... It was just another fine day. Mr. Deguchi took me to his veranda, and we sat down to relax. Jumping into my eyes is a clear blue sky with one or two clouds floating leisurely in the air.
"Mr. Maekawa," says Mr. Deguchi. "Don't you think it'd be thrilling to ride on the clouds and travel in the blue sky? Would you like to give it a shot?"
Not knowing what to say, I just gave a noncommittal nod; "Yeah. That'd be great."
Onisaburo is like that. For me, he is a poet, but the one this great you would rarely find. His teachings are also like that. They are his poems. And everything else about him is like that, too.
Onisaburo in Maizuru north of Kyoto on his missionary tour (1946)