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

Now The Swinging Bridge Is Quieted With Creepers ... Like Our Tendrilled Life.

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.

Before Enlightenment, Chopping Wood And Carrying Water. After Enlightenment, Chopping Wood And Carrying Water.

I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing At Morning Glories.

First Snow-falling-on The Half-finished Bridge.