Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.

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

Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count -- / Festival of the Souls.

Twilight whippoorwill... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness

From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.

The basis of art is change in the universe.

Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?