Mary Wollstonecraft·1796It appears to me impossible that I should cease to exist, or that this active, restless spirit, equally alive to joy and sorrow, should only be organised dust — ready to fly abroad the moment the spring snaps, or the spark goes out which kept it together. Surely something resides in this heart that is not perishable, and life is more than a dream.
Pindar·446 BCMan is a dream of a shadow. But when god-given brightness comes, a shining light rests on men, and life is sweet.
Friedrich Nietzsche·1883The body is a great reason, a plurality with one sense, a war and a peace, a flock and a shepherd.
Learn of the pine from the pine, and of the bamboo from the bamboo. To do so you must leave behind the self, and enter into the object, until its hidden glimmering shows itself and a poem forms of its own accord.
Harvest moon — / walking around the pond / all night long.
Even in Kyoto — hearing the cuckoo's cry — I long for Kyoto.
