Clapping My Hands With The Echoes The

Operating Superficially, The Mind Is Random In Its Activity And Stale In Its Insights And Images. However, With Practice And Experience The Mind Is Freed From The Skull, And The Fresh And New Can Appear As Though For The First Time. It

This Autumn- Why Am I Growing Old? Bird Disappearing Among Clouds.

The Temple Bell Stops But I Still Hear The Sound Coming Out Of The Flowers.

Awakened At Midnight By The Sound Of The Water Jar Cracking From The Ice

Every Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.