Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
Don't imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
Learn the rules, and then forget them.
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.