I Felt Quite At Home, / As

Orchidbreathing Incense Into Butterfly's Wings

Just Washed, How Chill The White Leeks!

Real Poetry, Is To Lead A Beautiful Life. To Live Poetry Is Better Than To Write It.

Go To The Object. Leave Your Subjective Preoccupation With Yourself. Do Not Impose Yourself On The Object. Become One With The Object. Plunge Deep Enough Into The Object To See Something Like A Hidden Glimmering There.

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