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

Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.

Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.

Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.

Learn about a pine tree from a pine tree, and about a bamboo plant from a bamboo plant.

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

An autumn night - don’t think your life didn’t matter.