With Every Gust Of Wind, The Butterfly

Come Out To View / The Truth Of Flowers Blooming / In Poverty.

The Haiku That Reveals Seventy To Eighty Percent Of Its Subject Is Good. Those That Reveal Fifty To Sixty Percent, We Never Tire Of.

Now The Swinging Bridge Is Quieted With Creepers ... Like Our Tendrilled Life.

Don't Imitate Me / We Are Not Two Halves / Of A Muskmelon.

The Moon And Sun Are Travelers Through Eternity. Even The Years Wander On. Whether Drifting Through Life On A Boat Or Climbing Toward Old Age Leading A Horse, Each Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.