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.

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

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.

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.

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

The cherries' only fault: the crowds that gather when they bloom

Every single thing changes and is changing always in this world. Yet with the same light the moon goes on shining.