first snow
a frozen temple gong
birdbath
o snail
the silence
silent cathedral…
the river is close
winter light
along the path
an empty snail shell
a frozen temple gong
insomnia
lightening night
stepping stones
a cuckoo calls
you have survived to feed
the snow falling
lotus pond
falling
asked their age
summer hat…
this midnight moon
chilly wind
runs again
walking around, wasting time
pause
o snail
cuckoo
sunrise
as the sun comes up
in a grass-blade
a night boat
fleas
from the tree
taking it easy
some fishermen
in summer
another door
like colourful birds
naked horse
clear water
in flat sunset light
shaking off the rain
spreading rumours about me
the pear blossoming…
on a naked horse
a busker
even on a small island
from the bottom of the well
when i get old
snail
the slap
the path
a white moth
the mountains
just one bottle
this snail
wading through a stream
and two little houses
snow crocus
