The Temple Bell Stops But I Still

I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing At Morning Glories.

I Hope To Have Gathered To Repay Your Kindness The Willow Leaves Scattered In The Garden.

Come, Butterfly It's Late- We've Miles To Go Together.

Operating Superficially, The Mind Is Random In Its Activity And Stale In Its Insights And Images. However, With Practice And Experience The Mind Is Freed From The Skull, And The Fresh And New Can Appear As Though For The First Time. It

At The Ancient Pond The Frog Plunges Into The Sound Of Water