Calm And Serene The Sound Of A

Poverty's Child - He Starts To Grind The Rice, And Gazes At The Moon.

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.

Calm And Serene The Sound Of A Cicada Penetrates The Rock.

Farewell, My Old Fan. / Having Scribbled On It, / What Could I Do But Tear It / At The End Of Summer?

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