Sadly, I Part From You; Like A

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

The Temple Bell Stops But I Still Hear The Sound Coming Out Of The Flowers.

Harvest Moon: Around The Pond I Wander And The Night Is Gone.

Twilight Whippoorwill... Whistle On, Sweet Deepener Of Dark Loneliness

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.