Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
Old dark sleepy pool... Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
Operating superficially, the mind is random in its activity and stale in its insights and images. However, with practice and experience the mind is freed from the skull, and the fresh and new can appear as though for the first time. It
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
Come, butterfly It's late- We've miles to go together.