There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.

There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.

What is important is to keep our mind high in the world of true understanding, and returning to the world of our daily experience to seek therein the truth of beauty. No matter what we may be doing at a given moment, we must not forget that is has a bearing upon our everlasting self which is poetry.

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

A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.

Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest.

The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.