Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die
Along my journey / through this transitory world, / new year's housecleaning.
April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
the universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest.