When I Speak My Lips Feel Cold

He Who Creates Three To Five Haiku Poems During A Lifetime Is A Haiku Poet. He Who Attains To Completes Ten Is A Master.

The Universe And Its Beings Are A Complementarity Of Empty Infinity, Intimate Interrelationships, And Total Uniqueness Of Each And Every Being.

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.

Don't Imitate Me / We Are Not Two Halves / Of A Muskmelon.

Learn The Rules, And Then Forget Them.