April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances
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.
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.