What a strange thing!to be alivebeneath cherry blossoms.
~ Kobayashi Issa
Never forget:we walk on hell,gazing at flowers.
In the cherry blossom's shadethere's no such thingas a stranger.
On the Death of his ChildDew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting
HereI'm here-the snow falling.
Hi! My little hutIs newly-thatched I see...Blue morning-glories
In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees...Strangers are like friends
O snailClimb Mount FujiBut slowly, slowly!
Where there are humans, You'll find flies,And Buddhas.
Arise from sleep, old cat,And with great yawns and stretchings...Amble out for love
