“Time and distanceBoth illusions of the mindNo beginnings, no ends”

“The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.”

“stronger than mountains.a place where my heart feels the safest- underneath his shirt.”

“In pale moonlight / the wisteria’s scent / comes from far away.”

“before the gate –my walking stick’s made a riverof melting snow”

“When composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.”

“Come windless invaderI am a carnival ofStars, a poem of blood.”

“But for their cries,The herons would be lostAmidst the morning snow.”

“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.”

“Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still…Iris, blue each spring”

“Haiku is not a shriek, a howl, a sigh, or a yawn; rather, it is the deep breath of life.”

“Calligraphy of geeseagainst the sky-the moon seals it.”

“This autumn-why am I growing old?bird disappearing among clouds.”