Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings... Amble out for love
The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--
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
Where there are humans, You'll find flies, And Buddhas.
Even with insects - some can sing, some can't.