Even In Kyoto/hearing The Cuckoo's Cry/i Long

Clapping My Hands With The Echoes The Summer Moon Begins To Dawn.

April's Air Stirs In Willow-leaves...a Butterfly Floats And Balances

Ballet In The Air... Twin Butterflies Until, Twice White They Meet, They Mate

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

Spring Rain Conveyed Under The Trees In Drops.