But A Haiku By Buson

Lunatics Have No Age. If We Were Crazy, You And I, We Might Be A Great Deal Younger.

Does Pain Go Away And Leave No Trace, Then?’ ‘you Sometimes Even Feel Sentimental For It.

Seeing The Moon, He Becomes The Moon, The Moon Seen By Him Becomes Him. He Sinks Into Nature, Becomes One With Nature. The Light Of The "clear Heart" Of The Priest, Seated In The Meditation Hall In The Darkness Before The Dawn, Becomes For The Dawn Moon Its Own Light.

Because You Cannot See Him, God Is Everywhere.

The True Joy Of A Moonlit Night Is Something We No Longer Understand. Only The Men Of Old, When There Were No Lights, Could Understand The True Joy Of A Moonlit Night.