O cherry blossoms,
 
your fragrance guides my footsteps
 
in the pilgrim way.

 
 
 

Winter afternoon—
 
on a pathway washed with light
 
footsteps disappear.

 
 
 

New moon of August—
 
before me an unseen path
 
awaits my footsteps.

Helper

 
 
 

unseen helper
 
guiding a grunt’s footsteps
 
through the minefield