The Journey Itself Is My Home.

How Much I Desire! Inside My Little Satchel, The Moon, And Flowers

Year's End, All Corners Of This Floating World, Swept.

Every Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.

Seek Not The Paths Of The Ancients; Seek That Which The Ancients Sought.

Plunge Deep Enough In Order To See Something That Is Hidden And Glimmering.