Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest.
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?