A flute with no holes is not a flute.
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
Old pond, frog jumps in - plop.
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice... Or backyard love?