O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly! Votes: 12
In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger. Votes: 10
In spring rain a pretty girl yawning. Votes: 10
In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends Votes: 9
before the gate -- my walking stick's made a river of melting snow Votes: 8
Giddy grasshopper Take care...do not leap and crush These pearls of dewdrop Votes: 8
Where there are humans, You'll find flies,And Buddhas. Votes: 7
On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting Votes: 7
What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms. Votes: 6
All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes. Votes: 6
Listen, all creeping things, the bell of transience. Votes: 6
Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it? Votes: 6
Take a nap Making the mountain water Pound the rice. Votes: 6
Moon, plum blossoms, this, that, and the day goes Votes: 5
Don't kill!...The fly is asking youTo save his lifeBy rubbing his hands together Votes: 4
HereI'm here-the snow falling. Votes: 4
Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel. Votes: 4
Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings... Amble out for love Votes: 3
Don't weep, insects -- Lovers, stars themselves, Must part. Votes: 3
Don't worry, spiders, I keep house casually. Votes: 3
Dry creek glimpsed by lightning Votes: 3
Even in warmest glow how cold my shadow Votes: 3
Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains. Votes: 3
Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other. Votes: 3
The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet-- Votes: 2
Never forget:we walk on hell,gazing at flowers. Votes: 1
Even with insects - some can sing, some can't. Votes: 0
Face of the spring moon- about twelve years old, I'd say. Votes: 0
In this world we walk on the roof of hell gazing at flowers Votes: 0
Not gifted with genius but honestly holding his experiences deep in his heart, he kept his simplicity and humanity. Votes: 0
There is no stranger under the cherry tree. Votes: 0
To the fuki plant, dandelions, and their kind that lie for long patiently under the fallen snow, comes the season of breezy spring. No sooner do they see the light of the world, stretching their longing heads out from the cracks in the snow, than they are instantly nipped off. For these plants isn't the sorrow as deep as that of the child's parents whose child had accidentally died? They say everything in the plant and tree kingdom attains Buddhahood. Then they, too, must have Buddha-nature. Votes: 0