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

Seek Not The Paths Of The Ancients; Seek That Which The Ancients Sought.

Do Not Seek To Follow In The Footsteps Of The Wise. Seek What They Sought.

Come Out To View / The Truth Of Flowers Blooming / In Poverty.

Spring Rain Leaking Through The Roof Dripping From The Wasps' Nest.

Just Washed, How Chill The White Leeks!