The Temple Bell Stops But

The Moon And Sun Are Travelers Through Eternity. Even The Years Wander On. Whether Drifting Through Life On A Boat Or Climbing Toward Old Age Leading A Horse, Each Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.

Don't Imitate Me / We Are Not Two Halves / Of A Muskmelon.

Do Not Seek To Follow In The Footsteps Of The Wise. Seek What They Sought.

Every Moment Of Life Is The Last, Every Poem Is A Death Poem.

I Felt Quite At Home, / As If It Were Mine Sleeping Lazily / In This House Of Fresh Air.