'What wealth can compare
to this tea stillness, walnuts,
and slices of orange'.
James W. Hackett

'Fallen camellias -
if I were one,
I'd throw myself into the torrent.'
Takaha Shugyo

'log fire
turning in the flames
my watched thoughts'
Caroline Gourlay

'Mountains with snow
and mountains without snow
all the same height.'
Teiko Inahata

'Silence is not deadly
as long as I can hear birds:
their song soothes me.'
Herman Van Rompuy

‘They spoke no words,
The visitors the host,
and the white chrysanthemum’ - Ryota

‘In the spring rain,
the pond and the river,
have become one.’ - Buson

‘In this world of ours,
we walk above hell,
gazing at flowers’ - Issa

‘The butterfly is perfuming,
It’s wings in the scent,
Of the orchid.’ - Basho

‘The old pond,
a frog jumps in,
the sound of water’ - Basho

In the moonlight,
the colour and the scent of wisteria,
seems so far away.’ - Buson

‘Different colours,
Tongues and gods.
I search my way.’ - Herman Van Rompuy

'A balmy spring wind
Reminding me of something
I cannot recall.'
- Richard Wright