When I Speak My Lips

Plunge Deep Enough In Order To See Something That Is Hidden And Glimmering.

Nothing In The Cry Of Cicadas Suggests They Are About To Die

Learn The Rules, And Then Forget Them.

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

For This Lovely Bowl Let Us Arrange These Flowers Since There Is No Rice.