Orchidbreathing Incense Into Butterfly's Wings

Plunge Deep Enough In Order To See Something That Is Hidden And Glimmering.

Every Moment Of Life Is The Last, Every Poem Is A Death Poem.

Year By Year, The Monkey's Mask Reveals The Monkey

Seek Not The Paths Of The Ancients; Seek That Which The Ancients Sought.

I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing At Morning Glories.