Traveler's heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
A flute with no holes is not a flute.
Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.
The basis of art is change in the universe.
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.