The Moon Is Brighter Since The Barn

Spring Rain Conveyed Under The Trees In Drops.

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

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

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

Calm And Serene The Sound Of A Cicada Penetrates The Rock.