Spring Rain Conveyed Under The Trees In

With Every Gust Of Wind, The Butterfly Changes Its Place On The Willow.

O Cricket From Your Cherry Cry No One Would Ever Guess How Quickly You Must Die.

All My Friends / Viewing The Moon – / An Ugly Bunch.

First Snow-falling-on The Half-finished Bridge.

Go To The Object. Leave Your Subjective Preoccupation With Yourself. Do Not Impose Yourself On The Object. Become One With The Object. Plunge Deep Enough Into The Object To See Something Like A Hidden Glimmering There.