Spring Rain Leaking Through The Roof Dripping

Collecting All The Rains Of May The Swift Mogami River.

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

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

Nothing In The Cry Of Cicadas Suggests They Are About To Die

The Universe And Its Beings Are A Complementarity Of Empty Infinity, Intimate Interrelationships, And Total Uniqueness Of Each And Every Being.