Orchidbreathing Incense Into Butterfly's Wings

A Weathered Skeleton In Windy Fields Of Memory, Piercing Like A Knife.

Spring Rain Leaking Through The Roof Dripping From The Wasps' Nest.

This Autumn- Why Am I Growing Old? Bird Disappearing Among Clouds.

Traveler's Heart. Never Settled Long In One Place. Like A Portable Fire.

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.