The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

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

Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.

From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.

Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.

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

Ballet in the air... Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate