Winter Solitude- In A World Of One

Before Enlightenment, Chopping Wood And Carrying Water. After Enlightenment, Chopping Wood And Carrying Water.

Real Poetry, Is To Lead A Beautiful Life. To Live Poetry Is Better Than To Write It.

A Weathered Skeleton In Windy Fields Of Memory, Piercing Like A Knife.

Seek On High Bare Trails Sky-reflecting Violets... Mountain-top Jewels

Twilight Whippoorwill... Whistle On, Sweet Deepener Of Dark Loneliness