Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count -- / Festival of the Souls.
The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
Along my journey / through this transitory world, / new year's housecleaning.
Learn the rules, and then forget them.
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.