An Autumn Night - Don’t Think Your

The Desire To Break The Silence With Constant Human Noise Is, I Believe, Precisely An Avoidance Of The Sacred Terror Of That Divine Encounter.

There Is Nothing You Can See That Is Not A Flower; There Is Nothing You Can Think That Is Not The Moon.

Seek Not The Paths Of The Ancients; Seek That Which The Ancients Sought.

Year's End Still In Straw Hat And Sandals

A Flute With No Holes Is Not A Flute.