Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.
Old pond, frog jumps in - plop.
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
Old dark sleepy pool... Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!