Year's End, All Corners Of This Floating

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.

Why So Scrawny, Cat? Starving For Fat Fish Or Mice... Or Backyard Love?

At The Ancient Pond The Frog Plunges Into The Sound Of Water

Ballet In The Air... Twin Butterflies Until, Twice White They Meet, They Mate

A Thicket Of Summer Grass / Is All That Remains / Of The Dreams Of Ancient Warriors.