Winter Garden, The Moon Thinned To A

The Temple Bell Stops But I Still Hear The Sound Coming Out Of The Flowers.

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

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

Old Dark Sleepy Pool... Quick Unexpected Frog Goes Plop! Watersplash!

From The Pine Tree, Learn Of The Pine Tree; And From The Bamboo, Of The Bamboo