With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
Old pond, frog jumps in - plop.
A flute with no holes is not a flute.
Traveler's heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.