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

On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening

For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.

Traveler's heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.

The moon is brighter since the barn burned.

How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers

Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon