Come, See The True Flowers Of This

Now The Swinging Bridge Is Quieted With Creepers ... Like Our Tendrilled Life.

Traveler's Heart. Never Settled Long In One Place. Like A Portable Fire.

Make The Universe Your Companion, Always Bearing In Mind The True Nature Of Things-mountains And Rivers, Trees And Grasses, And Humanity-and Enjoy The Falling Blossoms And The Scattering Leaves.

How I Long To See Among Dawn Flowers, The Face Of God.

Winter Solitude- In A World Of One Colour The Sound Of The Wind.