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

When composing a verse let there not be a hair's breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.

I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.

Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon

Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.

Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.

Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.