There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers' imperial dreams.
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
Learn about a pine tree from a pine tree, and about a bamboo plant from a bamboo plant.
Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto
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.