Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
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.
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
When composing a verse let there not be a hair's breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.