Real haiku is the soul of poetry. Anything that is not actually present in one's heart is not haiku. The moon glows, flowers bloom, insects cry, wate….

Do not be attached to the past or wait for the future. Be grateful for each day, that is enough. I do not believe in a future world, I deny the past.….

Several ripe persimmons Left on the branches; Gray clouds come and go..

Haiku is not a shriek, a howl, a sigh, or a yawn; rather, it is the deep breath of life..

Weeds grasp their own essence and express its truth..

Completely dried up, They've become beans..