Sadly, I Part From You; Like A

Old Dark Sleepy Pool... Quick Unexpected Frog Goes Plop! Watersplash!

A Flute With No Holes Is Not A Flute.

Along My Journey / Through This Transitory World, / New Year's Housecleaning.

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

When Composing A Verse Let There Not Be A Hair's Breath Separating Your Mind From What You Write; Composition Of A Poem Must Be Done In An Instant, Like A Woodcutter Felling A Huge Tree Or A Swordsman Leaping At A Dangerous Enemy.