Where is the fountain that throws up these flowers in a ceaseless
outbreak of ecstasy?
The woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.
The tree gave it.
In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled
with mist and rain.
Chastity is a wealth that comes from abundance of love.
The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and bring out
surprises of beauty.
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us
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The poet wind is out over the sea and the forest to seek his own voice.
Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.
The grass seeks her crowd in the earth.
The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.
Man barricades against himself.
Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound
of the sea among these listening pines.
What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars?
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the
gate open.
In death the many becomes one; in life the one becomes many.
Religion will be one when God is dead.
The artist is the lover of Nature, therefore he is her slave and her
master.
How far are you from me, O Fruit?
I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.
This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen
in the day.
You are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller
one on its upper side," said the dewdrop to the lake.