A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count -- / Festival of the Souls.
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice... Or backyard love?
Ballet in the air... Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate
Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances