Departure on August 24, 1966

I am a little sailing boat
Wave, Wind,
Without them, I do not have my life

Escaping from raging storm
I may rest in a harbor for a while
But the harbor is not my life

No matter how small my sail may be
To go against the wind is my life

I pray
Wind, Wave and Rain
Please don’t to be too strong
Please don’t swallow my sail under the waves

No matter how small and small my sail is
Without going against the wind
My sail never have soul

This is the poem I scratched on the little dairy in the plane bound to Los Angeles, which seems to have foretold the subsequent life of mine, Half Century in America.