Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
The basis of art is change in the universe.
Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.