Plunge Deep Enough In Order To See

Old Pond, Frog Jumps In - Plop.

Winter Garden, The Moon Thinned To A Thread, Insects Singing.

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.

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

Come, Butterfly It's Late- We've Miles To Go Together.