Twilight Whippoorwill... Whistle On, Sweet Deepener Of

Even In Kyoto/hearing The Cuckoo's Cry/i Long For Kyoto

I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing At Morning Glories.

April's Air Stirs In Willow-leaves...a Butterfly Floats And Balances

Operating Superficially, The Mind Is Random In Its Activity And Stale In Its Insights And Images. However, With Practice And Experience The Mind Is Freed From The Skull, And The Fresh And New Can Appear As Though For The First Time. It

Do Not Resemble Me-never Be Like A Musk Melon Cut In Two Identical Halves.