Come Out To View / The Truth

The Moon And Sun Are Travelers Through Eternity. Even The Years Wander On. Whether Drifting Through Life On A Boat Or Climbing Toward Old Age Leading A Horse, Each Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.

Without Bitterest Cold That Penetrates To The Very Bone, How Can Plum Blossoms Send Forth Their Fragrance All Over The World?

I Felt Quite At Home, / As If It Were Mine Sleeping Lazily / In This House Of Fresh Air.

A Weathered Skeleton In Windy Fields Of Memory, Piercing Like A Knife.

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