Just Washed, How Chill The White Leeks!

The Moon And Sun Are Travelers Through Eternity. Even The Years Wander On. Whether Drifting Through Life On A Boat Or Climbing Toward Old Age Leading A Horse, Each Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.

Sabi Is The Color Of Haikai. It Is Different From Tranquility. For Example, If An Old Man Dresses Up In Armor And Helmet And Goes To The Battlefield, Or In Colorful Brocade Kimono, Attending (his Lord) At A Banquet, [sabi] Is Like This Old Figure.

At The Ancient Pond The Frog Plunges Into The Sound Of Water

I Felt Quite At Home, / As If It Were Mine Sleeping Lazily / In This House Of Fresh Air.

How Much I Desire! Inside My Little Satchel, The Moon, And Flowers