Year By Year, The Monkey's Mask Reveals

The Oak Tree: Not Interested In Cherry Blossoms.

Old Dark Sleepy Pool... Quick Unexpected Frog Goes Plop! Watersplash!

Year's End, All Corners Of This Floating World, Swept.

Before Enlightenment, Chopping Wood And Carrying Water. After Enlightenment, Chopping Wood And Carrying Water.

My Body, Now Close To Fifty Years Of Age, Has Become An Old Tree That Bears Bitter Peaches, A Snail Which Has Lost Its Shell, A Bagworm Separated From Its Bag; It Drifts With The Winds And Clouds That Know No Destination. Morning And Night I Have Eaten Traveler's Fare, And Have Held Out For Alms A Pilgrim's Wallet.