“For a lovely bowlLet us arrange these flowers...For there is no rice”
“How I long to seeamong dawn flowers,the face of God.”
“Poverty's child -he starts to grind the rice,and gazes at the moon.”
“Why so scrawny, cat?Starving for fat fish or mice...Or backyard love?”
“How much I desire!Inside my little satchel,the moon, and flowers”
“On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening”
“Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.”