I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing

The Desire To Break The Silence With Constant Human Noise Is, I Believe, Precisely An Avoidance Of The Sacred Terror Of That Divine Encounter.

When Composing A Verse Let There Not Be A Hair's Breath Separating Your Mind From What You Write; Composition Of A Poem Must Be Done In An Instant, Like A Woodcutter Felling A Huge Tree Or A Swordsman Leaping At A Dangerous Enemy.

Nothing In The Cry Of Cicadas Suggests They Are About To Die

Breaking The Silence Of An Ancient Pond, A Frog Jumped Into Water - A Deep Resonance.

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