Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die
Seek on high bare trails Sky-reflecting violets... Mountain-top jewels
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
The journey itself is my home.