Don't imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.