Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count -- / Festival of the Souls.
Twilight whippoorwill... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice
the universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.