Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
Old dark sleepy pool... Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
Twilight whippoorwill... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers' imperial dreams.
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.