Art is a journey into the most unknown thing of all - oneself. Nobody knows his own frontiers… I don’t think I’d ever want to take a road if I knew where it led.

Louis Kahan
    I like to wash,
the dust of this world
In the droplets of dew.
    how many people
waiting for evening?
wisteria in bloom
    In the pale moonlight
The sweet wisteria’s scent
Comes from far away
    

.木々おのおの名乗り出たる木の芽哉
kigi ono-ono nanori idetaru ko no me kana

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every tree
with its calling card…
spring buds

    Spring air —
Woven moon
And plum scent.
    Spring too, very soon!
They are setting the scene for it —
plum tree and moon.
    The temple bell stops.
But the sound keeps coming
out of the flowers.
    

The snow is melting

and the village is flooded

with children.

    Hello! Light the fire!
I’ll bring inside
a lovely bright ball of snow
    A cold rain starting
And no hat —
So?