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

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

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.

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.

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