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

From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.

There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores

I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.

Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.

When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.

Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.

Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.

From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.

The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.

Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.

Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.

When your consciousness has become ripe in true zazen-pure like clear water, like a serene mountain lake, not moved by any wind-then anything may serve as a medium for realization.

Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.

Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!

That it would always be summer and autumn, and you always courting me, and always thinking as much of me as you have done through the past summertime!

Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

In heaven it is always autumn.

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.

Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.