Winter Garden, The Moon Thinned To A

Winter Garden, The Moon Thinned To A Thread, Insects Singing.

Sadly, I Part From You; Like A Clam Torn From Its Shell, I Go, And Autumn Too.

Make The Universe Your Companion, Always Bearing In Mind The True Nature Of Things-mountains And Rivers, Trees And Grasses, And Humanity-and Enjoy The Falling Blossoms And The Scattering Leaves.

Year's End, All Corners Of This Floating World, Swept.

Every Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.