With Every Gust Of Wind, The Butterfly

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.

The Moon Is Brighter Since The Barn Burned.

Between Our Two Lives There Is Also The Life Of The Cherry Blossom.

Sitting Quietly, Doing Nothing, Spring Comes, And The Grass Grows, By Itself.

Collecting All The Rains Of May The Swift Mogami River.