Under cherry trees
there are
no strangers.
Issa (1763 - 1827)

I perceive the positions of kings and rulers as that of dust motes; gold and gems as bricks and pebbles; the finest silken robes as tattered rags; myriad worlds of the universe as small seeds of fruit; the greatest lake in India as but a drop of oil on my foot; the teachings of the world as the illusions of magicians; the highest conception of emancipation as a golden brocade in a dream; the holy path of the illuminated ones as flowers in the eyes; meditation as a pillar of a mountain; nirvana as a nightmare of daytime; the judgement of right and wrong as the serpentine dance of a dragon; the rise and fall of beliefs as but the traces left by the four seasons.
attributed to the Buddha