Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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.
April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances
On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.