In spring rain a pretty girl yawning..

All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes..

Here I'm here- the snow falling..

What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms..

Not gifted with genius but honestly holding his experiences deep in his heart, he kept his simplicity and humanity..

There is no stranger under the cherry tree..

Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other..

Moon, plum blossoms, this, that, and the day goes.

Dry creek glimpsed by lightning.

Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains..