Breaking The Silence Of An Ancient Pond,

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

I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing At Morning Glories.

Seek On High Bare Trails Sky-reflecting Violets... Mountain-top Jewels

Before Enlightenment, Chopping Wood And Carrying Water. After Enlightenment, Chopping Wood And Carrying Water.

Around Existence Twine, (oh, Bridge That Hangs Across The Gorge!) Ropes Of Twisted Vine.