Awakened At Midnight By The Sound Of

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

Just Washed, How Chill The White Leeks!

Spring Rain Conveyed Under The Trees In Drops.

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

The Moon And Sun Are Travelers Through Eternity. Even The Years Wander On. Whether Drifting Through Life On A Boat Or Climbing Toward Old Age Leading A Horse, Each Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.