Year By Year, The Monkey's Mask Reveals

A Weathered Skeleton In Windy Fields Of Memory, Piercing Like A Knife.

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

Year's End Still In Straw Hat And Sandals

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.

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.