I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing

There Came A Day When The Clouds Drifting Along With The Wind Aroused A Wanderlust In Me, And I Set Off On A Journey To Roam Along The Seashores

Every Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.

Awakened At Midnight By The Sound Of The Water Jar Cracking From The Ice

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.

Calm And Serene The Sound Of A Cicada Penetrates The Rock.