“Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?”

Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.

Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.

Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.

Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.

Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.

Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.

Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.

He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.

Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.

An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.

How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.

Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.

Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.

The universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.

The moon is brighter since the barn burned.

Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.

The cat would eat fish but would not get her feet wet.

If you have a dog or a cat, you know how developed they can be. How sensitive, how aware. They suffer. We all do.

I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.

Take a cat, nourish it well with milk and tender meat, make it a couch of silk.

I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through.

When my cats aren’t happy, I’m not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they’re just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.

Cats invented self-esteem.

Like a wild cat in the Serengeti, I land on my feet and transcend reality.