Lighting one candle with another candle - spring evening. Straw sandal half sunk in an old pond in the sleety snow. Butterfly sleeping on the temple bell. Before the white chrysanthemum The scissors hesitate a moment. The snow is melting and the village is flooded with children.
Children imitating cormorants are even more wonderful than cormorants.
The man pulling radishes pointed my way with a radish. In this world we walk on the roof of hell, gazing at flowers. All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes. The moon and the flowers, forty-nine years, walking around, wasting time. Bitten by this year's mosquitoes too.