Twilight whippoorwill... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness
Ballet in the air... Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon