This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
the universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
The basis of art is change in the universe.
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.