There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
Operating superficially, the mind is random in its activity and stale in its insights and images. However, with practice and experience the mind is freed from the skull, and the fresh and new can appear as though for the first time. It
Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
Come, butterfly It's late- We've miles to go together.
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.