“The summer river: although there is a bridge, my horse goes through the water”
“His Holiness the Abbot is shitting in the withered fields”
“Lighting one candle with another candle- spring evening”
“On a withered branch A crow has alighted: Nightfall in autumn.”
“Out of the blue clouding minds as if by glue petals sky dripping through yet as feathers afloat thy purity subdue.”
“The handiest tools I ever gained for mending the worst of days were fashioned by my loving pa through his praying, faithful ways.”
“The boldest thing I ever did was turn to face my fear. The boldest move I ever made was mimicking its sneer. The boldest word I ever breathed while standing toe to toe, Was formed by trembling lips that dared to snarl I said no! ”