Felling A Tree And Gazing At The

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

Before Enlightenment, Chopping Wood And Carrying Water. After Enlightenment, Chopping Wood And Carrying Water.

When I Speak My Lips Feel Cold - The Autumn Wind.

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

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.