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

“Summer grasses,All that remainsOf soldiers' dreams”

“Winter solitude-in a world of one colourthe sound of the wind.”

“Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.”

“Not knowing the name of the tree,I stood in the floodof its sweet scent.”

“On this roadwhere nobody else travelsautumn nightfall.”

“I am in the world only for the purpose of composing.”

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

“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 flower...”

“God is always creating something new, He wants to give us new information and reveal to us new secrets in order to exalt us over this world”

“When dreams become more important than reality, you give up travel, building, creating; you even forget how to repair the machines left behind by your ancestors. You just sit living and reliving ot...”

“Play it once for old times' sake. Play it twice to not forsake. And play it thrice if you cannot fake. Joyous life is your to take. You always get what you make.”

“It is only a barbarous mind that sees other than the flower, merely an animal mind that dreams of other than the moon.”

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

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