The basis of art is change in the universe.

Don't imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.

the universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.

Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die

I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.

When composing a verse let there not be a hair's breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.

Go to the object. Leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Do not impose yourself on the object. Become one with the object. Plunge deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there.