Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
The old pond, ah! A frog jumps in: The water's sound.
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice... Or backyard love?
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest.
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.