Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count -- / Festival of the Souls.
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.