All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.

Seek on high bare trails Sky-reflecting violets... Mountain-top jewels

Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice

There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.

Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?

No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.

A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.