Learn the rules, and then forget them.
Go to the object. Leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Do not impose yourself on the object. Become one with the object. Plunge deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there.
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances