Year's End, All Corners Of This Floating

The Journey Itself Is My Home.

Why So Scrawny, Cat? Starving For Fat Fish Or Mice... Or Backyard Love?

Between Our Two Lives There Is Also The Life Of The Cherry Blossom.

Spring Rain Leaking Through The Roof Dripping From The Wasps' Nest.

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