Where there are humans, You'll find flies,And Buddhas.
In the cherry blossom's shadethere's no such thingas a stranger.
Never forget:we walk on hell,gazing at flowers.
O snailClimb Mount FujiBut slowly, slowly!
HereI'm here-the snow falling.
Don't kill!...The fly is asking youTo save his lifeBy rubbing his hands together
Summer night--even the starsare whispering to each other.
before the gate --my walking stick's made a riverof melting snow