How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers

Old pond, frog jumps in - plop.

Come, butterfly It's late- We've miles to go together.

Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!

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.

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

Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers' imperial dreams.