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

Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.

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

Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest.

Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.

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

Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice... Or backyard love?