When composing a verse let there not be a hair's breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.

Real haiku is the soul of poetry. Anything that is not actually present in one's heart is not haiku. The moon glows, flowers bloom, insects cry, water flows. There is no place we cannot find flowers or think of the moon. This is the essence of haiku. Go beyond the restrictions of your era, forget about purpose or meaning, separate yourself from historical limitations—there you will find the essence of true art, religion, and science.

Haiku is not a shriek, a howl, a sigh, or a yawn; rather, it is the deep breath of life.

Winter solitude-
in a world of one colour
the sound of the wind.

This autumn-
why am I growing old?
bird disappearing among clouds.

Old pond — frogs jumped in — sound of water