Summer Grasses — All That Remains Of

I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing At Morning Glories.

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

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.

Plunge Deep Enough In Order To See Something That Is Hidden And Glimmering.

Friends Part Foreverwild Geese Lost In Cloud