I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers' imperial dreams.
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
the universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.