Dry creek glimpsed by lightning
Where there are humans, You'll find flies, And Buddhas.
On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting
In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.
Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains.
O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly!