Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
Mountain-rose petals Falling, falling, falling now... Waterfall music
On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening
Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?