The Haiku That Reveals Seventy To Eighty

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

There Is Nothing You Can See That Is Not A Flower; There Is Nothing You Can Think That Is Not The Moon.

Old Pond, Frog Jumps In - Plop.

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.

Clapping My Hands With The Echoes The Summer Moon Begins To Dawn.