We Make The Path By Walking.

Poetry Keeps Longing Alive.

If A Man, Cautious, Hides His Limp, Somebody Has To Limp It! Things Do It; The Surroundings Limp. House Walls Get Scars, The Car Breaks Down; Matter, In Drudgery, Takes It Up.

There Is No Hierarchy In Japanese Buddhist Poetry.

If You Want The Truth, I Will Tell You The Truth: Friend, Listen: The God Whom I Love Is Inside.

Grief Is The Doorway To A Man's Feelings.