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.

Poverty's child - he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.

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

Traveler's heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.

April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances

Operating superficially, the mind is random in its activity and stale in its insights and images. However, with practice and experience the mind is freed from the skull, and the fresh and new can appear as though for the first time. It

Old pond, frog jumps in - plop.