Come, See The True Flowers Of This

Winter Solitude- In A World Of One Colour The Sound Of The Wind.

At The Ancient Pond The Frog Plunges Into The Sound Of Water

Do Not Seek To Follow In The Footsteps Of The Wise. Seek What They Sought.

Harvest Moon: Around The Pond I Wander And The Night Is Gone.

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.