Winter Garden, The Moon Thinned To A

Friends Part Foreverwild Geese Lost In Cloud

From All These Trees, In The Salads, The Soup, Everywhere, Cherry Blossoms Fall.

The Temple Bell Stops But I Still Hear The Sound Coming Out Of The Flowers.

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.

There Is Nothing You Can See That Is Not A Flower; There Is Nothing You Can Think That Is Not The Moon.