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.

How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.

Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon

Learn the rules, and then forget them.

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

When composing a verse let there not be a hair's breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.

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