Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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.