“In these latter-day, Degenerate times, Cherry-blossoms everywhere!”
“How much are you enjoying yourself, tiger moth?”
“The summer river: although there is a bridge, my horse goes through the water”
“His Holiness the Abbot is shitting in the withered fields”
“Lighting one candle with another candle- spring evening”
“On a withered branch A crow has alighted: Nightfall in autumn.”
“Out of the blue clouding minds as if by glue petals sky dripping through yet as feathers afloat thy purity subdue.”