An old silent pond
A frog jumps into the pond—
Splash! Silence again.
A world of dew,
And within every dewdrop
A world of struggle.
The light of a candle
Is transferred to another candle—
Spring twilight
I write, erase, rewrite
Erase again, and then
A poppy blooms.
Over the wintry
Forest, winds howl in rage
With no leaves to blow.
The summer grasses.
All that remains
Of warriors’ dreams.