An autumn night - don’t think your life didn’t matter.

What is important is to keep our mind high in the world of true understanding, and returning to the world of our daily experience to seek therein the truth of beauty. No matter what we may be doing at a given moment, we must not forget that is has a bearing upon our everlasting self which is poetry.

There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores

Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!

When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.

Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?

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