There is no hierarchy in Japanese Buddhist poetry.

I have risen to a body not yet born, existing like a light around a body through which the body moves like a sliding moon.

A person who discreetly farts in an elevator is not a divine being, and a man needs to know this.

Grief is the doorway to a man's feelings.

... where a man's wound is, that is where his genius will be.

During the patriarchal time, the men were always and invariably dominant, legally and socially in marriage, so now it's possible to remodel the entire house of marriage, put in new footings and new joists and a new sort of interior. That is exactly what some men and women are now doing.

The dead made this world. We didn't make it. They made the poetry and the songs and the customs.