Even In Kyoto/hearing The Cuckoo's Cry/i Long

At The Ancient Pond The Frog Plunges Into The Sound Of Water

Plunge Deep Enough In Order To See Something That Is Hidden And Glimmering.

Felling A Tree And Gazing At The Cut End - Tonight's Moon

Don't Imitate Me / We Are Not Two Halves / Of A Muskmelon.

Sabi Is The Color Of Haikai. It Is Different From Tranquility. For Example, If An Old Man Dresses Up In Armor And Helmet And Goes To The Battlefield, Or In Colorful Brocade Kimono, Attending (his Lord) At A Banquet, [sabi] Is Like This Old Figure.