Orchidbreathing Incense Into Butterfly's Wings

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

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

O Cricket From Your Cherry Cry No One Would Ever Guess How Quickly You Must Die.

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.

Come, See The True Flowers Of This Pained World.