Where there are humans, You'll find flies, And Buddhas.
Face of the spring moon- about twelve years old, I'd say.
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.
Not gifted with genius but honestly holding his experiences deep in his heart, he kept his simplicity and humanity.
Giddy grasshopper Take care...do not leap and crush These pearls of dewdrop