“I'd love to give you somethingbut what would help?”

“Like vanishing dew,a passing apparitionor the sudden flashof lightning -- already gone --thus should one regard one's self.”

“Many paths lead from the foot of the mountain, but at the peak we all gaze at the single bright moon.”

“sick of it whatever it's called sick of the namesI dedicate every pore to what's here”

“I can see clouds a thousand miles away, hear ancient music in the pines.”

“born born everything is always bornthinking about it try not to”

“clouds very high looknot one word helped them get up there”

“I'd love to give you somethingbut what would help?”

“that stone Buddha deserves all the birdshit it getsI wave my skinny arms like a tall flower in the wind”

“it isn't that we're alone or not alonewhose voice do you want mine? yours?”

“Hearing a crow with no mouthCry in the deepDarkness of the night,I feel a longing forMy father before he was born.”