Every Moment Of Life Is The Last,

Even In Kyoto/hearing The Cuckoo's Cry/i Long For Kyoto

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.

Spring Rain Conveyed Under The Trees In Drops.

Sadly, I Part From You; Like A Clam Torn From Its Shell, I Go, And Autumn Too.

Year's End Still In Straw Hat And Sandals