Traveler's heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances