The cherries' only fault: the crowds that gather when they bloom

Every single thing changes and is changing always in this world. Yet with the same light the moon goes on shining.

This place of mine never is entered by humans come for conversation, only by the mute moon's light shafts that slip in between the trees.

I'd like to divide myself in order to see, among these mountains, each and every flower of every cherry tree.

Whatever it is, / I cannot understand it, / although gratitude / stubbornly overcomes me / until I'm reduced to tears.

Now seen...now gone, The butterfly flits in and out Through fence-hung flowers; But a life lived so close to them I envy...though it's here and gone.

Tightly held by rocks Through winter, the ice today Begins to come undone: A way-seeker also is the water, Melting, murmuring from the moss.

Limitations gone: Since my mind fixed on the moon, Clarity and serenity Make something for which There's no end in sight.

I'd like to dividemyself in order to see, among these mountains, each and every flowerof every cherry tree.

Limitations gone:Since my mind fixed on the moon, Clarity and serenityMake something for whichThere's no end in sight.

Tightly held by rocksThrough winter, the ice todayBegins to come undone:A way-seeker also is the water, Melting, murmuring from the moss.

Was walking aimlessly towards the endUntil I saw a glimmer of hopeA light so brightThought it would change my life And show me where to go

WinterThe season between autumn and spring, comprising in the Northern Hemisphere the coldest months of the year: December, January and February.A period of inactivity or decay.

I liken myself to Henry Ford and the auto industry, I give you 90 percent of what most people need.

Well, before the New Deal...[The Emancipation Proclamation] would be a good start.

When people make my country look bad, I can't stand it.

Strangely, when I totally emerged from this slump I couldn't comprehend how I had almost drowned it it.

Politics is about putting yourself in a state of grace.

The Earth with its scarred face is the symbol of the Past; the Air and Heaven, of Futurity.

The world had moved on and all that was over, done before fairly begun.

When people are putting pressure on me I just completely ignore it.