Orchidbreathing Incense Into Butterfly's Wings

Every Moment Of Life Is The Last, Every Poem Is A Death Poem.

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

Spring Rain Conveyed Under The Trees In Drops.

From The Pine Tree, Learn Of The Pine Tree; And From The Bamboo, Of The Bamboo

Awakened At Midnight By The Sound Of The Water Jar Cracking From The Ice