Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice

Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon

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?

Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.

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.