I.
LEAVES FALLING IN SPRING
Resting at Moon Lake
A warm breeze rises
Gently blowing the dry leaves That fall from a lake-side tree On this Spring day
                     II.
FOLLOWING THE DOG

Coming out from the old Dao temple I wonder which way to go,
Left or right.
One way is a stone bridge
Crossing the still lake,
The other way is a line of trees Leading up the hill.
A black fuzz-haired dog Passes me by,
Buckled legs and pug snout.
I follow him over the bridge.

                 III.
MOON FAIRY
Moon fairy
Tall and shining white What smile on your lips? What lightness?
Will you rise and glide Across the lake
To the bamboo forest
On the other side?

@April Prayer Day
Sing, sing,
Sing ditto to my heart
In tune, tune.
Are you losing your voice?
Voice, voice
It’s all repeated
This way, way.
 
Rolling in the forrest—
Flower,flower
The world’s opening
A bit, a bit
When rounding up
Cheek, cheek
Where becoming pointed
Your fingers,fingers.
 
@ April Prayer Day
Struggle, struggle
Volatile the heart’s
waves, waves
Volatility struggle
Wings, wings,
Smash the star
lost, lost
 
I’d pray you in my
Heart, heart.  
I’d sing you in my
Soul, soul.
I’d put my chest
Put, put
On the lightened
Palm,palm

@April Prayer Day
Shed,shed
Shed tears from my eyes _
Fire,fire
The life peace
In high, high
And hero in the beauty of
It, it,
heavenly,peace, peace

May we not discuss long run dividend payments model today?
Student asks.
Can you suggest which Deal Model is suited for us?
Lecturer replies:
Deal or No deal
Posh eggs or humble eggs
were not at BREXIT hands
A voice of Saint chanting:  
Where there is a will there is always a deal.
Is this the best moment to have a silent choir class instead?
Lecturer announces.

It's a gentle gentle breeze
Which bothered the vineyard.
It’s a monk in the temple
Who asked me about death.
 
It’s children who crept into the garden,
They’re sneaking on heels behind me.
I could have turned around.
To look and not to notice.
 
To look into my heart’s desire,
To keep quiet  to the top of my bent.
Not to miss
My stolen childhood anymore.
 
It's a gentle gentle breeze
Which repeated beats from Bach cantata,
I caught up with myself thinking
That I have nothing to reply... to you

Would all men dreams for beauties?
It might be more like books
As wise as you cannot
judge by looks...
When you didn't want to finish reading
You put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or force.
It will stay with you
throughout the night...

It wasn’t crude. It wasn’t cheat
It won't keep shopping LV bags
à Avenue des Champs-Élysées

It does caring. It does charming
It will share the pressure with mysterious pleasures

It’s not always soft. It isn't warm without tentions
But it does' keep you
safe from harm.

When you set a preference book list
It has its charms
it may hold your soul in its arms.
Wouldn’t you think on it again...
... BOOKS should be
             more like Beauties