This Autumn- Why Am I Growing Old?

Friends Part Foreverwild Geese Lost In Cloud

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

Sitting Quietly, Doing Nothing, Spring Comes, And The Grass Grows, By Itself.

Orchidbreathing Incense Into Butterfly's Wings

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