Orchidbreathing Incense Into Butterfly's Wings

On A Bare Branch A Crow Is Perched - Autumn Evening

How I Long To See Among Dawn Flowers, The Face Of God.

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.

Between Our Two Lives There Is Also The Life Of The Cherry Blossom.

At The Ancient Pond The Frog Plunges Into The Sound Of Water