A falcon hovers at the edge of the sky.Two gulls drift slowly up the river.Vulnerable while they ride the wind,they coast and glide with ease.Dew is heavy on the grass below,the spider’s web is ready.Heaven’s...

This morning’s scene is good and fine, Long rain has not harmed the land.

After the battle, many new ghosts cry, The solitary old man murmurs in his grief.

The weeping voices rise straight up and strike the clouds. A passer-by at the roadside asks a conscript why, The conscript answers only that drafting happens often.

This cream will help one’s nature strengthen and grow, The diet gives support in my decline.

My heart is in a world of water and crystal, My clothes are damp in this time of spring rains.