Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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.
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.