Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest.
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.
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
If I had the knack I'd sing like Cherry flakes falling