The old pond, ah! A frog jumps in: The water's sound.

First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.

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

Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice... Or backyard love?

Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers' imperial dreams.

Learn the rules, and then forget them.

What is important is to keep our mind high in the world of true understanding, and returning to the world of our daily experience to seek therein the truth of beauty. No matter what we may be doing at a given moment, we must not forget that is has a bearing upon our everlasting self which is poetry.