If I Had The Knack I'd Sing

The Moon And Sun Are Travelers Through Eternity. Even The Years Wander On. Whether Drifting Through Life On A Boat Or Climbing Toward Old Age Leading A Horse, Each Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.

Between Our Two Lives There Is Also The Life Of The Cherry Blossom.

Go To The Pine If You Want To Learn About The Pine, Or To The Bamboo If You Want To Learn About The Bamboo. And In Doing So, You Must Leave Your Subjective Preoccupation With Yourself. Otherwise You Impose Yourself On The Object And You Do Not Learn.

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

A Flute With No Holes Is Not A Flute.