Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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.
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