Drum Sound Rises On The Air, Its

If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So Does Spring.

Keep Silence, Be Mute. If You Have Not Yet Become The Tongue Of God, Be An Ear!

The Past, The Future, O Dear, Is From You; You Should Regard Both These As One.

Your Thoughts Are A Veil On The Face Of The Moon. That Moon Is Your Heart, And Those Thoughts Cover Your Heart. So Let Them Go, Just Let Them Fall Into The Water.

Water The Fruit Trees And Don’t Water The Thorns.