For This Lovely Bowl Let Us Arrange

Come, See The True Flowers Of This Pained World.

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

Fresh Spring! / The World Is Only Nine Days Old - / These Fields And Mountains!

A Flute With No Holes Is Not A Flute.

There Came A Day When The Clouds Drifting Along With The Wind Aroused A Wanderlust In Me, And I Set Off On A Journey To Roam Along The Seashores