This Autumn- Why Am I Growing Old?

Spring Rain Leaking Through The Roof Dripping From The Wasps' Nest.

Not To Think Of Yourself / As Someone Who Did Not Count -- / Festival Of The Souls.

The Journey Itself Is My Home.

Between Our Two Lives There Is Also The Life Of The Cherry Blossom.

There Is Nothing You Can See That Is Not A Flower; There Is Nothing You Can Think That Is Not The Moon.