I like this poem--
"Travel Light."
In many years traveling in Okinawa coral reef,
in daytime, diving into deep ocean
and to get the many sea shells, sea urchins.
Eat with sweet potato.
"Pleasing smell of sea urchins and sweet potatoes
around the burning driftwood.
Stormy night of spring in East China Sea.
On the beaches of a tiny island I find myself sitting in a cave
with 100 human skulls who died by the smallpox 300 years ago.
One by one I listen to their stories all night long.
As the rosy dawn streaks, one of them mumbles to trouble light--
why don't you leave your skull here?"