An Autumn Night - Don’t Think Your

Clapping My Hands With The Echoes The Summer Moon Begins To Dawn.

April's Air Stirs In Willow-leaves...a Butterfly Floats And Balances

The Universe And Its Beings Are A Complementarity Of Empty Infinity, Intimate Interrelationships, And Total Uniqueness Of Each And Every Being.

Collecting All The Rains Of May The Swift Mogami River.

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