Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon
An autumn night - donโt think your life didnโt matter.
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die