Just Washed, How Chill The White Leeks!

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

Go To The Pine If You Want To Learn About The Pine, Or To The Bamboo If You Want To Learn About The Bamboo. And In Doing So, You Must Leave Your Subjective Preoccupation With Yourself. Otherwise You Impose Yourself On The Object And You Do Not Learn.

How I Long To See Among Dawn Flowers, The Face Of God.

Summer Grasses — All That Remains Of Great Soldiers' Imperial Dreams.

What Is Important Is To Keep Our Mind High In The World Of True Understanding, And Returning To The World Of Our Daily Experience To Seek Therein The Truth Of Beauty. No Matter What We May Be Doing At A Given Moment, We Must Not Forget That Is Has A Bearing Upon Our Everlasting Self Which Is Poetry.