Old pond, frog jumps in - plop.
The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
An autumn night - don’t think your life didn’t matter.