The Journey Itself Is My Home.

Go To The Pine If You Want To Learn About The Pine, Or To The Bamboo If You Want To Learn About The Bamboo. And In Doing So, You Must Leave Your Subjective Preoccupation With Yourself. Otherwise You Impose Yourself On The Object And You Do Not Learn.

An Autumn Night - Don’t Think Your Life Didn’t Matter.

Summer Grasses — All That Remains Of Great Soldiers' Imperial Dreams.

Now The Swinging Bridge Is Quieted With Creepers ... Like Our Tendrilled Life.

With Every Gust Of Wind, The Butterfly Changes Its Place On The Willow.