In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends
Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it?
Dry creek glimpsed by lightning
Not gifted with genius but honestly holding his experiences deep in his heart, he kept his simplicity and humanity.
The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--
All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes.