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.

Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.

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

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

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

Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?

Old pond, frog jumps in - plop.