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

There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores

Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.

Ballet in the air... Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate

Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?

I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.

Old dark sleepy pool... Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!