Dry creek glimpsed by lightning
On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting
All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes.
Don't weep, insects -- Lovers, stars themselves, Must part.
In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.
In spring rain a pretty girl yawning.