Sadly, I Part From You; Like A

From The Pine Tree, Learn Of The Pine Tree; And From The Bamboo, Of The Bamboo

My Body, Now Close To Fifty Years Of Age, Has Become An Old Tree That Bears Bitter Peaches, A Snail Which Has Lost Its Shell, A Bagworm Separated From Its Bag; It Drifts With The Winds And Clouds That Know No Destination. Morning And Night I Have Eaten Traveler's Fare, And Have Held Out For Alms A Pilgrim's Wallet.

I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing At Morning Glories.

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

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