The Journey Itself Is My Home.

Poverty's Child - He Starts To Grind The Rice, And Gazes At The Moon.

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

All My Friends / Viewing The Moon – / An Ugly Bunch.

Clapping My Hands With The Echoes The Summer Moon Begins To Dawn.

A Flute With No Holes Is Not A Flute.