This Autumn- Why Am I Growing Old?

With Every Gust Of Wind, The Butterfly Changes Its Place On The Willow.

Seek On High Bare Trails Sky-reflecting Violets... Mountain-top Jewels

The Journey Itself Is My 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.

Around Existence Twine, (oh, Bridge That Hangs Across The Gorge!) Ropes Of Twisted Vine.