A Flute With No Holes

Even In Kyoto/hearing The Cuckoo's Cry/i Long For Kyoto

Don't Imitate Me / We Are Not Two Halves / Of A Muskmelon.

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

Do Not Seek To Follow In The Footsteps Of The Wise. Seek What They Sought.

Farewell, My Old Fan. / Having Scribbled On It, / What Could I Do But Tear It / At The End Of Summer?