This Autumn- Why Am I Growing Old?

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

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

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

This Autumn- Why Am I Growing Old? Bird Disappearing Among Clouds.

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.