Now seen...now gone, The butterfly flits in and out Through fence-hung flowers; But a life lived so close to them I envy...though it's here and gone.

This place of mine never is entered by humans come for conversation, only by the mute moon's light shafts that slip in between the trees.

I'd like to divide myself in order to see, among these mountains, each and every flower of every cherry tree.

Now seen...now gone, The butterfly flits in and out Through fence-hung flowers; But a life lived so close to them I envy...though it's here and gone.

Limitations gone: Since my mind fixed on the moon, Clarity and serenity Make something for which There's no end in sight.

Whatever it is, / I cannot understand it, / although gratitude / stubbornly overcomes me / until I'm reduced to tears.

Tightly held by rocks Through winter, the ice today Begins to come undone: A way-seeker also is the water, Melting, murmuring from the moss.