Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
Traveler's heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
The old pond, ah! A frog jumps in: The water's sound.