Spring Rain Conveyed Under The Trees In

The Basis Of Art Is Change In The Universe.

Sitting Quietly, Doing Nothing, Spring Comes, And The Grass Grows, By Itself.

A Flute With No Holes Is Not A Flute.

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

There Is Nothing You Can See That Is Not A Flower; There Is Nothing You Can Think That Is Not The Moon.