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Dry creek glimpsed by lightning
Here I'm here- the snow falling.
In spring rain a pretty girl yawning.
Even in warmest glow how cold my shadow
There is no stranger under the cherry tree.
Don't worry, spiders, I keep house casually.
O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly!
Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it?
Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains.
Even with insects - some can sing, some can't.
Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel.
Moon, plum blossoms, this, that, and the day goes
Listen, all creeping things, the bell of transience.
Take a nap Making the mountain water Pound the rice.
Where there are humans, You'll find flies, And Buddhas.
The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--
Face of the spring moon- about twelve years old, I'd say.
What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.
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.
Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other.
Don't weep, insects -- Lovers, stars themselves, Must part.
In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.
before the gate -- my walking stick's made a river of melting snow
In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends
Giddy grasshopper Take care...do not leap and crush These pearls of dewdrop
Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together
Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings... Amble out for love
On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting
Not gifted with genius but honestly holding his experiences deep in his heart, he kept his simplicity and humanity.
To the fuki plant, dandelions, and their kind that lie for long patiently under the fallen snow, comes the season of breezy spring. No sooner do they see the light of the world, stretching their longing heads out from the cracks in the snow, than they are instantly nipped off. For these plants isn't the sorrow as deep as that of the child's parents whose child had accidentally died? They say everything in the plant and tree kingdom attains Buddhahood. Then they, too, must have Buddha-nature.