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.

Come, butterfly It's late- We've miles to go together.

Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.

Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.

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

Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice