How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.

There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.

I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.

When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.

Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice

If I had the knack I'd sing like Cherry flakes falling

Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.