When I Speak My Lips Feel Cold

Operating Superficially, The Mind Is Random In Its Activity And Stale In Its Insights And Images. However, With Practice And Experience The Mind Is Freed From The Skull, And The Fresh And New Can Appear As Though For The First Time. It

A Weathered Skeleton In Windy Fields Of Memory, Piercing Like A Knife.

The Fact That Saigyo Composed A Poem That Begins, "i Shall Be Unhappy Without Loneliness," Shows That He Made Loneliness His Master.

The Sea Darkens And A Wild Duck S Call Is Faintly White.

Traveler's Heart. Never Settled Long In One Place. Like A Portable Fire.