The moon glows on the river, wind rustles the pines. Long night clear evening--what are they for? — Ueda Akinari Copy Share Image
Shape I may take, converse I may, but neither god nor Buddha am I, rather an insensate being whose heart thus differs from that… — Ueda Akinari Copy Share Image
Though I cannot flee from the world of corruption, I can prepare tea with water from a mountain stream and put my heart to… — Ueda Akinari Copy Share Image
