Year's End, All Corners Of This Floating

With Every Gust Of Wind, The Butterfly Changes Its Place On The Willow.

Go To The Object. Leave Your Subjective Preoccupation With Yourself. Do Not Impose Yourself On The Object. Become One With The Object. Plunge Deep Enough Into The Object To See Something Like A Hidden Glimmering There.

For This Lovely Bowl Let Us Arrange These Flowers Since There Is No Rice.

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

Year By Year, The Monkey's Mask Reveals The Monkey