Traveler's heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count -- / Festival of the Souls.
April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances
From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo