Orchidbreathing Incense Into Butterfly's Wings

Do Not Resemble Me-never Be Like A Musk Melon Cut In Two Identical Halves.

Every Moment Of Life Is The Last, Every Poem Is A Death Poem.

The Haiku That Reveals Seventy To Eighty Percent Of Its Subject Is Good. Those That Reveal Fifty To Sixty Percent, We Never Tire Of.

Collecting All The Rains Of May The Swift Mogami River.

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