summer insects
strike at the midnight hour
the students face

When the bush warbler
sings, the old frog belches
his reply

A baby sparrow...
hopping with curiosity
to watch my brushwork

Just when the sermon
has finally dirtied my ears-
the cuckoo

The Skylark School
argues with the Frog School,
each with its song

The full moon ringed
by these innumerable stars,
and the sky deep green

In the winter river,
discarded, an old dog's
carcass

The thunderstorm breaks up,
one tree lit by setting sun,
a cicada cry

O autumn winds,
for me there are no ancient
gods, no Buddhas for me

To wake, alive, in this world,
what happiness!
Winter rain.