The Basis Of Art Is Change In

When I Speak My Lips Feel Cold - The Autumn Wind.

With Every Gust Of Wind, The Butterfly Changes Its Place On The Willow.

He Who Creates Three To Five Haiku Poems During A Lifetime Is A Haiku Poet. He Who Attains To Completes Ten Is A Master.

This Autumn- Why Am I Growing Old? Bird Disappearing Among Clouds.

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