On a journey, ill:
my dream goes wandering
over withered field.
Bassho
Since time began
the dead alone know peace.
Life is but melting snow.
Nandai
Breathing in, breathing out,
Moving forward, moving back,
Living, dying, coming, going —
Like two arrows meeting in flight,
In the midst of nothingness
Is the road that goes directly
to my true home.
Gesshu Soko