First day of spring--
I keep thinking about
    the end of autumn.

Nothing in the cry
of cicadas suggests they
are about to die

A cicada shell;
it sang itself
    utterly away.

The dragonfly
can't quite land
    on that blade of grass.

A firefly
Lights up
Another firefly dead.

at dusk
i often climb
to the peak of kugami.
deer bellow,
their voices
soaked up by
piles of maple leaves
lying undisturbed at
the foot of the mountain.

in this dream world
we doze
and talk of dreams --
dream, dream on,
as much as you wish

have you forgotten me
or lost the path here?
i wait for you
all day, every day
but you do not appear.

The thief left it behind:
the moon
at my window.

Too lazy to be ambitious,
I let the world take care of itself.
Ten days' worth of rice in my bag;
a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.
Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?
Listening to the night rain on my roof,
I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.