Year's End, All Corners Of

Spring Rain Conveyed Under The Trees In Drops.

At The Ancient Pond The Frog Plunges Into The Sound Of Water

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

When I Speak My Lips Feel Cold - The Autumn Wind.

What Is Important Is To Keep Our Mind High In The World Of True Understanding, And Returning To The World Of Our Daily Experience To Seek Therein The Truth Of Beauty. No Matter What We May Be Doing At A Given Moment, We Must Not Forget That Is Has A Bearing Upon Our Everlasting Self Which Is Poetry.