Learn About A Pine Tree From A

Traveler's Heart. Never Settled Long In One Place. Like A Portable Fire.

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

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

Sitting Quietly, Doing Nothing, Spring Comes, And The Grass Grows, By Itself.

The Basis Of Art Is Change In The Universe.