Mountain-rose Petals Falling, Falling, Falling Now... Waterfall

Seek Not The Paths Of The Ancients; Seek That Which The Ancients Sought.

April's Air Stirs In Willow-leaves...a Butterfly Floats And Balances

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.

Along My Journey / Through This Transitory World, / New Year's Housecleaning.

Go To The Object. Leave Your Subjective Preoccupation With Yourself. Do Not Impose Yourself On The Object. Become One With The Object. Plunge Deep Enough Into The Object To See Something Like A Hidden Glimmering There.