Old Pond, Frog Jumps In - Plop.

Poverty's Child - He Starts To Grind The Rice, And Gazes At The Moon.

On A Bare Branch A Crow Is Perched - Autumn Evening

Now The Swinging Bridge Is Quieted With Creepers ... Like Our Tendrilled Life.

Seek Not The Paths Of The Ancients; Seek That Which The Ancients Sought.

Between Our Two Lives There Is Also The Life Of The Cherry Blossom.