How Much I Desire! Inside

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.

A Weathered Skeleton In Windy Fields Of Memory, Piercing Like A Knife.

At The Ancient Pond The Frog Plunges Into The Sound Of Water

Calm And Serene The Sound Of A Cicada Penetrates The Rock.

If I Had The Knack I'd Sing Like Cherry Flakes Falling