Year's End, All Corners Of This Floating

Orchidbreathing Incense Into Butterfly's Wings

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

Every Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.

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

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