Seek on high bare trails Sky-reflecting violets... Mountain-top jewels
Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto
April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
Go to the object. Leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Do not impose yourself on the object. Become one with the object. Plunge deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there.
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers