Nothing In The Cry Of Cicadas Suggests

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.

He Who Creates Three To Five Haiku Poems During A Lifetime Is A Haiku Poet. He Who Attains To Completes Ten Is A Master.

April's Air Stirs In Willow-leaves...a Butterfly Floats And Balances

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

Not To Think Of Yourself / As Someone Who Did Not Count -- / Festival Of The Souls.