How Much I Desire! Inside My Little

There Is Nothing You Can See That Is Not A Flower; There Is Nothing You Can Think That Is Not The Moon.

Not To Think Of Yourself / As Someone Who Did Not Count -- / Festival Of The Souls.

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

First Snow-falling-on The Half-finished Bridge.

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