When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.

There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores

There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.

Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.

Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.

Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?

Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!