April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances
Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
the universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.