Where there are humans, You'll find flies, And Buddhas.
Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other.
Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains.
Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together
On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting
In spring rain a pretty girl yawning.