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. I believe entirely in the present. Employ your entire body and mind in the eternal now.
Haiku is not a shriek, a howl, a sigh, or a yawn; rather, it is the deep breath of life.
Several ripe persimmons Left on the branches; Gray clouds come and go.
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, water flows. There is no place we cannot find flowers or think of the moon. This is the essence of haiku. Go beyond the restrictions of your era, forget about purpose or meaning, separate yourself from historical limitations—there you will find the essence of true art, religion, and science.
Weeds grasp their own essence and express its truth.
Completely dried up, They've become beans.
