I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing

Year's End, All Corners Of This Floating World, Swept.

Clapping My Hands With The Echoes The Summer Moon Begins To Dawn.

Winter Solitude- In A World Of One Colour The Sound Of The Wind.

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.

The Basis Of Art Is Change In The Universe.