Poverty's Child - He Starts To Grind

For This Lovely Bowl Let Us Arrange These Flowers Since There Is No Rice.

With Every Gust Of Wind, The Butterfly Changes Its Place On The Willow.

Operating Superficially, The Mind Is Random In Its Activity And Stale In Its Insights And Images. However, With Practice And Experience The Mind Is Freed From The Skull, And The Fresh And New Can Appear As Though For The First Time. It

From All These Trees, In The Salads, The Soup, Everywhere, Cherry Blossoms Fall.

The Moon Is Brighter Since The Barn Burned.