Along The Coast The Sea Roars, And

The Train Came Out Of The Long Tunnel Into The Snow Country.

The Woman Was Silent, Her Eyes On The Floor. Shimamura Had Come To A Point Where He Knew He Was Only Parading His Masculine Shamelessness, And Yet It Seemed Likely Enough That The Woman Was Familiar With The Failing And Need Not Be Shocked By It. He Looked At Her. Perhaps It Was The Rich Lashes Of The Downcast Eyes That Made Her Face Seem Warm And Sensuous. She Shook Her Head Very Slightly, And Again A Faint Blush Spread Over Her Face.

Cosmic Time Is The Same For Everyone, But Human Time Differs With Each Person. Time Flows In The Same Way For All Human Beings; Every Human Being Flows Through Time In A Different Way.

The Winter Moon Becomes A Companion, The Heart Of The Priest, Sunk In Meditation Upon Religion And Philosophy, There In The Mountain Hall, Is Engaged In A Delicate Interplay And Exchange With The Moon; And It Is This Of Which The Poet Sings.

Because You Cannot See Him, God Is Everywhere.