The Journey Itself Is My Home.

Make The Universe Your Companion, Always Bearing In Mind The True Nature Of Things-mountains And Rivers, Trees And Grasses, And Humanity-and Enjoy The Falling Blossoms And The Scattering Leaves.

Spring Rain Conveyed Under The Trees In Drops.

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

A Thicket Of Summer Grass / Is All That Remains / Of The Dreams Of Ancient Warriors.

Poverty's Child - He Starts To Grind The Rice, And Gazes At The Moon.