O Cricket From Your Cherry

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

Operating Superficially, The Mind Is Random In Its Activity And Stale In Its Insights And Images. However, With Practice And Experience The Mind Is Freed From The Skull, And The Fresh And New Can Appear As Though For The First Time. It

Along My Journey / Through This Transitory World, / New Year's Housecleaning.

How I Long To See Among Dawn Flowers, The Face Of God.

Harvest Moon: Around The Pond I Wander And The Night Is Gone.