Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!
Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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.
Poverty's child - he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.