Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.

Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?

Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.

Go to the object. Leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Do not impose yourself on the object. Become one with the object. Plunge deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there.

This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.

Learn about a pine tree from a pine tree, and about a bamboo plant from a bamboo plant.

Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.