All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
Twilight whippoorwill... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness
the universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
Come, butterfly It's late- We've miles to go together.
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count -- / Festival of the Souls.
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.