Come, Butterfly It's Late- We've Miles To

Even In Kyoto/hearing The Cuckoo's Cry/i Long For Kyoto

Operating Superficially, The Mind Is Random In Its Activity And Stale In Its Insights And Images. However, With Practice And Experience The Mind Is Freed From The Skull, And The Fresh And New Can Appear As Though For The First Time. It

The Old Pond, Ah! A Frog Jumps In: The Water's Sound.

There Is Nothing You Can See That Is Not A Flower; There Is Nothing You Can Think That Is Not The Moon.

Year By Year, The Monkey's Mask Reveals The Monkey