If I Had The Knack I'd Sing

Real Poetry, Is To Lead A Beautiful Life. To Live Poetry Is Better Than To Write It.

Year By Year, The Monkey's Mask Reveals The Monkey

There Is Nothing You Can See That Is Not A Flower; There Is Nothing You Can Think That Is Not The Moon.

Every Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.

Without Bitterest Cold That Penetrates To The Very Bone, How Can Plum Blossoms Send Forth Their Fragrance All Over The World?