Ballet in the air... Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate
Twilight whippoorwill... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness
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.
Poverty's child - he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.