Awakened At Midnight By The Sound Of

From All These Trees, In The Salads, The Soup, Everywhere, Cherry Blossoms Fall.

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

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

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

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.