This Autumn- Why Am I Growing Old?

Make The Universe Your Companion, Always Bearing In Mind The True Nature Of Things-mountains And Rivers, Trees And Grasses, And Humanity-and Enjoy The Falling Blossoms And The Scattering Leaves.

Winter Solitude- In A World Of One Colour The Sound Of The Wind.

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

On A Bare Branch A Crow Is Perched - Autumn Evening

The Temple Bell Stops But I Still Hear The Sound Coming Out Of The Flowers.