Clapping My Hands With The

Sabi Is The Color Of Haikai. It Is Different From Tranquility. For Example, If An Old Man Dresses Up In Armor And Helmet And Goes To The Battlefield, Or In Colorful Brocade Kimono, Attending (his Lord) At A Banquet, [sabi] Is Like This Old Figure.

Now The Swinging Bridge Is Quieted With Creepers ... Like Our Tendrilled Life.

Learn How To Listen As Things Speak For Themselves.

Winter Garden, The Moon Thinned To A Thread, Insects Singing.

Farewell, My Old Fan. / Having Scribbled On It, / What Could I Do But Tear It / At The End Of Summer?