Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
Autumn moonlight a worm digs silently into the chestnut.
Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
Come, butterfly It's late We've miles to go together.
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
Winter solitude in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.