Sennin Poem by Kahuhaku.

The red and green king fishers
flash between the orchids and clover,
One bird casts its gleam to another

Green vines hang through the high forest,
They weave a whole roof to the mountain,
The lone man sits with shut speech,
He purrs and pats the clear strings.
He throws his heart up through the sky,
He bights through the flower and brings up a fine fountain.
The red-pine-tree god look at him and wonders.
He rides through the purple smoke to visit the sennin,
He takes “Floating Hill” by the sleeve,
He claps his hands on the back of the great white sennin.

But you, you dam’d crowd of gnats,
Can you even tell the age of a turtle ?

E. Pound – “Cathay”.