Traveler's Heart. Never Settled Long In One

The Desire To Break The Silence With Constant Human Noise Is, I Believe, Precisely An Avoidance Of The Sacred Terror Of That Divine Encounter.

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

The Old Pond, Ah! A Frog Jumps In: The Water's Sound.

Felling A Tree And Gazing At The Cut End - Tonight's Moon

Fresh Spring! / The World Is Only Nine Days Old - / These Fields And Mountains!