A Thicket Of Summer Grass / Is

When Composing A Verse Let There Not Be A Hair's Breath Separating Your Mind From What You Write; Composition Of A Poem Must Be Done In An Instant, Like A Woodcutter Felling A Huge Tree Or A Swordsman Leaping At A Dangerous Enemy.

Twilight Whippoorwill... Whistle On, Sweet Deepener Of Dark Loneliness

Awakened At Midnight By The Sound Of The Water Jar Cracking From The Ice

Operating Superficially, The Mind Is Random In Its Activity And Stale In Its Insights And Images. However, With Practice And Experience The Mind Is Freed From The Skull, And The Fresh And New Can Appear As Though For The First Time. It

The Temple Bell Stops But I Still Hear The Sound Coming Out Of The Flowers.