Zensho-ji
I spent the night at a temple called Zensho-ji on the outskirts of the town of Daishoji. I was still in the province of Kaga. Sora had stayed at the temple the night before and had left a poem:

All through the night
I listened to the autumn wind
In the lonely hills.

We were only one night apart, but it seemed like a thousand miles. I,too, listened to the autumn wind as I lay awake. As dawn approached, I could hear the priests chanting. Then a gong sounded and we all went to the refrectory.

Since I wanted to reach Echizen Province that same day, I started to leave in a great hurry, but a young monk came running down the steps after me with some paper and an ink stone. Just then, some leaves from a willow tree in the garden fluttered to the ground.

Your kindness to repay,
Would I sweep the fallen
Willow leaves away!

My straw sandals were already tied on, so I did not even take the time to read over my hurried lines.

The Road to Eihei-ji
Crossing by boat the narrow mouth of Yoshizaki Inlet on the border of Echizen Province, we stopped to see the celebrated Pines of Shiogoshi.

All the wild night through,
Battered by the great typhoon
Waves and winds that blew,
In their limbs they held the moon -
The pines on Shiogoshi dune.
--Saigyo

So many poems had been written there, nothing new was left to say about the many lovely views, To write another word about Shiogoshi's pines would have been like trying to add a sixth finger to the hand.