Seek On High Bare Trails Sky-reflecting Violets...

Come, See The True Flowers Of This Pained World.

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.

I Felt Quite At Home, / As If It Were Mine Sleeping Lazily / In This House Of Fresh Air.

Year's End Still In Straw Hat And Sandals

Not To Think Of Yourself / As Someone Who Did Not Count -- / Festival Of The Souls.