I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing

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

When I Speak My Lips Feel Cold - The Autumn Wind.

What Is Important Is To Keep Our Mind High In The World Of True Understanding, And Returning To The World Of Our Daily Experience To Seek Therein The Truth Of Beauty. No Matter What We May Be Doing At A Given Moment, We Must Not Forget That Is Has A Bearing Upon Our Everlasting Self Which Is Poetry.

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

Old Pond, Frog Jumps In - Plop.