Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
If I had the knack I'd sing like Cherry flakes falling
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
All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.