The Basis Of Art Is Change In

The Old Pond, Ah! A Frog Jumps In: The Water's Sound.

Clapping My Hands With The Echoes The Summer Moon Begins To Dawn.

On A Bare Branch A Crow Is Perched - Autumn Evening

The Haiku That Reveals Seventy To Eighty Percent Of Its Subject Is Good. Those That Reveal Fifty To Sixty Percent, We Never Tire Of.

Between Our Two Lives There Is Also The Life Of The Cherry Blossom.