Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers' imperial dreams.
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances
Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto