Every Day Is A Journey, And The

The Moon Is Brighter Since The Barn Burned.

This Autumn- Why Am I Growing Old? Bird Disappearing Among Clouds.

The Universe And Its Beings Are A Complementarity Of Empty Infinity, Intimate Interrelationships, And Total Uniqueness Of Each And Every Being.

How Much I Desire! Inside My Little Satchel, The Moon, And Flowers

O Cricket From Your Cherry Cry No One Would Ever Guess How Quickly You Must Die.