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一.

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.

And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign.

二.

O Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words..

三.

The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.

It becomes small as one song,as one kiss of the eternal

四.

It is the tear of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.

五

The might desert is buring for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laugh

and flies away

六

If you shed tears when you miss the sun,you also miss the stars

七

The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement,dancing water

Will you carry the burden of their lamenness

八.

Her wistful face haunt my dreams like the rain at night.

九

Once we dreamt that we were strangers.

We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

十.

Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.

十一.

Some unseen fingers,like an idle breeze,are playing upon my heart the music of the ripple

十二.

“What language is thine,O Sea?”

“The language of eternal question.”

“What language is tht answer,O Sky?”

“The language of eternal silence.”

十三

Listen,my heart,to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you

十四.

The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night---it is great

Delusions of knoweledge are like the fog of morning.

十五.

Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high

十六.

I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.

十七.

These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.

十八.

What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow

十九.

My wishes are fools, they shout across thy songs, my Master

Let me but liste

二十

I cannot choose the best

The best chooses me

二一.

They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back

二二

That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life

二三

“We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storm, but who are you, so silent?”

“I am a mere flower”

二四

Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eye.

二五.

Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.

二六

God expects answers for the flowers he sends us , not for the sun and the earth

二七

The light that plays,like a naked child,among green leaves happily knows not that man can lie

二八

O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.

二九

My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes upon it her signature in tears with the words, ”I love thee.”

三十

“Moon,for what do you wait?”

“To salute the sun from whom I must make way.”

三一

The tree come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.

三二

His own mornings are new surprise to God.

三三

Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.

三四

The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.

三五.

The bird wishes it were a cloud.

The cloud wishes it were a bird

三六

The waterfall sings, ”I find my song,when I find my freedom.”

三七

I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence.

It is for small needs it never asks,or knows or remenbers.

三八

Woman when you move about in your household service,your limbs sing like a hill stream among its pebbles.

 

三九

The sun goes to cross the Western sea, leaving its last salutation to the East

 

四十

Do not blame your food because you have no appetite.

 

四一

The tree, like the longings of the earth, stand a tiptoe to peep at the heaven

 

四二

You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.

 

四三

The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air

Is singing.

But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.

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四四

The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.

 

四五

He has made his weapons his gods.

When his weapons win he is defeated himself.

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四六

God finds himself by creating..

四七

Shadow, with her veil drawn, follows Light in secret meekness, with her silent steps of love.

 

四八

The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies

 

四九

I thank thee that I am non of the wheels of power but I am one with th eliving creatures that are crushed by it.

 

五十

The mind,sharp but not broad,sticks at every point but does not move.

 

五一

Your idol is shattered in to dust to prove that God’s dust is greater than your idol

 

五二

Man does not reveal himself in his history,he struggles up through it

 

五三

While the glass lamp rebukes the earthen for calling its cousin,the moon rises,

And the glass lamp, with a bland smile,

Call her,---“My dear,dear sister.”

　

五四

Like the meeting of seagulls and the waves we meet and come near.

The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart

 

五五

My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach,

listening to the dance-music of the tie in the evening

 

五六

Life is given to this, we earn it by giving it.

 

五七

We come nearest to the great when we are great in humanity.

 

五八

The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.

 

五九

Never be afraid of the moments---thus sings of voice of the everlasting.

 

六十.

The hurricane seeks the shortest road by the no-road, and suddenly ends its search in the Nowhere.

 

六一

Take my wine in my own cup, friend.

It loses its wreath of foam when poured in to that of others.

 

六二.

The Perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect.

 

六三

God says to man,”I heal you,therefore I hurt,love you, therefore punish.”

 

六四.

Thank the flame for its light,but do not forget the lampholder standing

In the shade with constancy of patient.

 

六五

Tiny grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under your tread.

 

六六

The infant flower opens its bud and cries, ”Dear World, please do not fade

 

六七

God grow weary of great kingdom, but never of little flowers.

 

六八

Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can.

 

六九

“I give my whole water in joy,” sings the waterfall, “though little of it enough for the thirsty.”

 

七十

Where is the fountain that throws up these flowers in a ceaseless outbreak of ecstasy?

 

七一

The woodcutter’s axe begged for its handle from the tree.

The tree gave it.

 

七二

In my solitude of heart I feel the sign of this widowed evening veiled with mist and

rain.

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七三

Chastity is a wealth that comes form abundance of love.

 

七四

The mist, like love , plays upon the heart of the hills and brings out surprises

of beauty.

 

七五

We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.

 

七六

The poet wind is out over the sea and the forest to seek his own voice

 

七七

Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discourages of man.

 

七八

The grass seeks her crowd in the earth.

The tree seeks his solitue of the sky.

 

七九

Man barricades against himself.

 

八十

Your voice, my friend , wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound of the sea among these listening pines.

 

八一

What is the unseen flame of darkeness, whose sparks are the stars?

 

八二

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

 

八三

He who wants to do good knocks at the gates; he who loves finds the gate open.

 

八四

In death the many becomes one; in life the ones becomes many.

Religion will be one when the God is dead.

 

八五

The artist is the lover of Nature, therefore he is her slave and her mater

 

八六

“How far are you from me, O fruit?”

“I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.”

 

八七

This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen in the day.

 

八八

“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.

 

八九

The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the sword.

 

九十

In the darkness the On appears as uniform; in the light the One appear as monifold

 

九一

The great earth makes herself hospitable with the help of grass.

 

九二

The birth and death of the leaves are the rapid whirl of eddy whose wider circle moves slowly among the stars.

 

九三

Power said to the world, “You are mine.”

The world kept prisoner on her throne.

Love said to the world, “I am thine.”

The world gave it the freedom of her house.

 

九四

The mist is like the earth’s desire.

It hides the sun for whom she cries.

 

九五

Be still , my heart, these great tress are prayers.

 

九六

The noise of moment scoffs at the music of the eternal.

 

九七

I think other ages that floated upon the stream of life and love and death and are

forgotten, and I feel the freedom of passing away.

 

九八

The sadness of my soul is her bride’s veil.

It waits to be lifted in the night.

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九九

Death’s stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.

 

一OO

The cloud stood humble in a corner of the sky.

The morning crowned it with splendour.

 

一0一

The dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers.

 

一0二

Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will

keep themselves blooming all your way.

 

一0三

Roots are the branches down in the earth.

Branches are roots in the air.

 

一0四

The music of far-away summer flutters around the autumn seeking its former nest.

 

一0五

Do not insult your friend by lending him merits form your own pocket.

 

一0六

The touch of the nameless days clings to my heart like mosses round the old tree.

 

一0七

The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original

 

一0八

God is ashamed when the prosperous boasts of his special favour.

 

 

一0九

I cast my own shadow upon my path, because I have a lamp has not been lighted.

 

一一0

Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamour of silence.

 

一一一

That which ends in exhaustion is death, but the perfect ending is in the endless.

 

一一二

The sun has simple robe of light.

The clouds are decked with gorgeousness.

 

一一三

The hills are like shouts of children who raise their arms, trying to catch stars.

 

一一四

The road is lonely in its crowd, for it is not loved.

 

一一五

The power that boasts of its mischiefs is laughed at by the yellow leaves

that fall, and clouds that pass by.

 

一一六

The earth hums to me to-day in the sun, like a woman at her spinning,

Some ballad of the ancient time in a forgotten tongue.

 

一一七

The grass-blade is worthy of the great world where it grows.

 

一一八

Dream is a wife who must talk.

Sleep is a husband who silently suffers.

 

一一九

The night kiss the fading day whispering to his ear, “I am death, your mother

I am to give to fresh birth.

 

一二0

I feel thy beauty, dark night, like that of the loved woman when she has put out the lamp.

 

一二一

I carry in my world that flourishes the worlds that have failed.

 

一二一

Dear friend, I feel the silence of your great thoughts of many a deepening eventide on the beach when I listen to these waves.

 

一二三

The bird thinks it is an act of kindness to give the fish a lift in the air.

 

一二四

“ In the moon thou sendest thy letters to me,” said the night to the sun.

“I leave my answers in tears upon the grass.

 

一二五

The Great is born child; when he dies he gives his great childhood to the world.

 

一二六

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water sings the pebbles into perfection.

 

一二七

Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave.

The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.

 

一二八

To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.

 

一二九

Ask the Possible of the Impossible, “Where is your dwelling-place?”

“ In the dreams of the impotent,” comes the answer.

 

一三0

If you shut your door to all errors

Truth will be shut out.

 

一三一

I have some rustle fo things behind my sadness of heart, --I cannot see them.

 

一三二

Leisure in it activity is work.

The stillness fo the sea stirs in waves.

 

一三三

The leaf becomes flower when it loves.

The flower becomes fruit when it worship.

 

一三四

The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.

 

一三五

This rainy evening the wind is restless.

I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of all things.

 

一三六

Storm of the midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark, has begun to play and shout.

 

一三七

Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy loves, O sea thou lonely bride of the storm 　Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy loves, O sea thou lonely bride of the storm

 

一三八

“I am ashamed of my emptiness,” said the Word to Work.

“I know how poor I am when I see you,”said the work to the Word.

 

一三九

Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.

 

一四0

Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.

In fiction she moves with ease.

 

一四一

When I travelled to here and to there, I was tired of thee, O Road, but now when thou leadest me to everywhere I am wedded to thee in love.

　

一四二

Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

 

一四三

Woman, with the grace of yout fingers you touches my things and order came out like music.

 

一四四

One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.

It sings to me in the night, --“I loved you”

 

一四五

The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.

Save me form the dying embers hidden under ashes.

 

一四六

I have stars in the sky but oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

 

一四七

The dust of the dead words cling to thee.

Wash thy soul with silence.

 

一四八

Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.

 

一四九

The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.

Come out, my heart ,with thy love to meet me.

 

一五0

My thoughts shimmer with these shimmering leaves and my heart sings with the touch

of this sunlight; my life is glad to be floating with all things into the blue of space, into the dark of the time.

 

一五一

God’s great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

 

一五二

This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress. I shall find them gathered

in thee when I awake and shall be free.

 

一五三

“Who is there to take up my duties?” asked the setting sun.

“I shall do what I can, my Master,” said the earthen lamp.

 

一五四

By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

 

一五五

Silence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.

 

一五六

The Great walks with the Small without fear.

The Middling keeps aloof.

 

一五七

The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.

 

一五八

Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

 

一五九

When we rejoice in our fullness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

 

一六0

The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --“We are homesick children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

一六一

The cobweb pretend to catch dewdrops and catch flies.

 

一六二

Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand, I can see your face

and know you as bliss.

 

一六三

“The learned say that your lights will one day be no more,”said the firefly to the stars.

The stars made no answer.

 

一六四

In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to the nest of my silence.

 

一六五

Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of ducks in the sky.

I hear the voice of their wings.

 

一六六

The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.

 

一六七

The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return in song.

 

一六八

That which oppresses me , is it my soul trying to come out in the open, or the soul

Of the world knocking at my heart for its entrance.

`一六九

Thoughts feeds itself with its own words and grows

 

一七0

I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has filled with love.

 

一七一

Either you have work o ryou have not.

When you have to say, “Let us do something,” then begins mischief.

 

一七二

The sunflower blushed to own the nameless flower as her kin.

The sun rose and smile on it, saying “Are you well, my darling”

 

一七三

“Who drives me forward like fate?”

“The Myself striding on my back,”

 

一七四

The clouds fill the water-cup of the river, hiding themselves in the distant hills.

 

一七五

I spill water from my water-jar as I walk on my way.

Very little remains for my home.

 

一七六

The water in a vessel is sparkling ; the water in the sea is dark.

The small truth has words that are clear; the great truth has great silence.

 

一七七

Your smile was the flowers of your own field, your talk was the rustle of your own

mountain pines, but your heart was the woman that we all know.

 

一七八

It is the little things that I have behind for my loved ones, --great things are for everyone.

 

一七九

Woman, thou hast encircle the world heart’s with the depth of thy tears as the

sea has the earth.

 

一八0

The sunshine greet me with a smile.

The rain, his sister, talk to my heart.

 

一八一

My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten.

In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.

 

一八二

I am like the road in the night listenig to the footfalls of its menories in silence.

 

一八三

The evening sky to me is like a window, and a lighted lamp, and a waiting behind it.

 

一八四

He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.

 

一八五

I am the autumn cloud, empty if rain , see my fullness in the filed of ripened rice.

 

一八六

They hated and killed and men praised them.

But God in shame hastens to hide its memory under the green grass.

 

一八七

Toes are the fingers that have forsaken their past.

 

一八八

Darkness travels towards light, but blindness toward death.

 

一八九

The pet dog suspects the universe for scheming to take it place.

 

一九0

Sit still , my heart, do not raise your dust.

Let the world find its way to you.

 

一九一

The bow whispers to the arrow before it speeds forth---“Your freedom is mine.”

 

一九三

A mind all logic is like a knife all blade,

It makes the hand bleed that uses it.

 

一九四

God loves man’s lamp-lights better than his great stars.

 

一九五

The world is the world of wild storms kept tame with the music of beauty.

 

一九六

“My heart is like the golden casket of thy kiss,” said the sunset cloud to the sun.

 

一九七

By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.

 

一九八

The cricket’s chirp and the patter of rain come to me through the dark, like the rustle

Of dreams from my past youth.

 

一九九

“I have lost my dewdrop,” cries the flower to the morning sky that has lost all its star.

 

二00

The bunting log bursts in flame and cries,---“This is my flower, my death”

 

二0一

The wasp thinks that the honey-hive of the neighbouring bees is too small.

His neighbours ask him to build one still smaller.

 

二0二

“I cannot keep your waves,” says the bank to the river.

“Let me keep your footprints in my heart.”

 

二0三

The day, with the noise of this little earth , drowns the silence of all worlds.

 

二0四

The song feels the infitnite in the air, the picture in earth, the poem in the air and the earth.

For its words have meaning that walks and music that soars.

 

二0五

When the sun goes down to the West, the East of his morning stands before him in

silence.

 

二0六

Let me not put myself wrongly to my world and set it against me.

 

二0七

Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.

 

二0八

Let me doing nothing when I have nothing to do become uncontrolled in its depth of

peace like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.

 

二0九

Maiden, your simplicity, like the blueness of the lake, reveals your depth of truth.

 

二一0

The best does not come alone. It comes with the company of the all.

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二一一

God’s right hand is gentle, but terrible is his left hand.

 

二一二

My evening came among the alien trees and spoken in a language which my morning

Stars did not know.

 

二一三

Night’s darkness is a bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.

 

二一四

Our desire lends the colour of the rainbow to the mere mists and vapours of life.

 

二一五

God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.

 

二一六

My sad thoughts tease me asking me their own name.

 

二一七

The service of the fruit is precious, the service of the flower is sweet, but let my service

be the service of leaves in its shade of humble devotion.

 

二一八

My heart has spread its sails to the idle winds for the shadowy island of Anywhere

 

二一九

Man are cruel, but Man is kind

 

二二0

Make me the cup and let my fulness be for thee and for thine.

 

二二一

The storm is like the cry of some god in pain whose love the earth refuse.

 

二二二

The world does not leak because death is not a crack.

 

二二三

Life has become richer by the love that has been lost.

 

二二四

My friend, your great heart shone with the sunrise of the East like the snowy

Summit of a lonely hill in the dawn.

 

二二五

The fountain of death makes the still water of life play.

 

二二六

Those who have everything but thee, my God , laugh at those who have nothing but thyslef.

 

二二七

The movement of life has its rest in its own music.

 

二二八

Kicks only raise dust and not crops from the earth.

 

二二九

Our name are the light that flow on the sea waves at night and then dies without leaving

Its signature.

 

二三0

Let him only see the thorns who has eyes to see the rose.

 

二三一

Set the bird’s wings with gold and it will never again soar in the sky.

 

二三二

The same lotus of our clime blooms here in the alien water with the same sweetness,

under another name.

二三三

In heart’s perspective the distance looms large.

 

二三四

The moon has her light all over the sky, her dark spots to herself.

 

二三五

Do not say ,”It is morning,” and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first

time as a new-born child that has no name.

 

二三六

Smoke boasts to the sky, and Ashes to the earth that they are brothers to the fire.

 

二三七

The raindrop whispered to the jasmine, “Keep me in your heart for ever.”

The jasmine signed, “Alas ,” and dropped to the ground.

 

二三八

Timid thoughts, do not be afraid of me. I am a poet.

 

二三九

The dim silence of my mind seems filled with criket’s chirp---the grey twilight of sound.

 

二四0

Rocket , your insult to the stars follows yourself back the earth.

 

二四一

Thou hast led me through my crowded travels of the day to my evening’s loneliness.

I wait for its meaning through the stillness of the night.

 

二四二

This life is the crossing of a sea, where we meet in the same narrow ship.

In death we reach the shore and go to our different worlds.

 

二四三

The stream of truth, flows through its channels of mistakes.

 

二四四

My heart is homesick to-day for the one sweet hour across the sea of time.

 

二四五

The bird-song is the echo of the morning light back from the earth.

 

二四六

“Are you too proud to kiss me?” the morning light asks the buttercup.

 

二四七

“How may I sing to thee and worship, O sun?” asked the little flower.

“By the simple silence of thy purity,” answerred the sun.

 

二四八

Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.

 

二四九

Dark cloud become heaven’s flowers when kissed by light.

 

二五0

Let not the sword-blade mock its handle for being blunt.

 

二五一

The night’s silence, like a deep lamp, is burning with the light of its Milky Way.

 

二五二

Around the sunny island of life swells day and night death’s limitless song of the sea.

 

二五三

Is not this mountain like a flower, with its petal of hills, drinking the sunlight?

 

二五四

The real with its meaning read wrong and emphasis misplaced is the unreal.

 

二五五

Find your beauty, my heart, form the world’s movement, like the boat that has the grace

of the wind and the water.

 

二五六

Th eyes are not proud of their sight but of their eyeglasses.

 

二五七

I lived in this little world of mine and am afraid to make it the least less.

Lift me into thy world and let me have the freedom gladly to lose my all.

 

二五八

The false can never grow into truth by growing in power.

 

二五九

My heart, with its lapping wave of song longs to caress this green world of the sunny day.

 

二六0

Wayside grass , love the stars, then your dreams will come out in flowers.

 

二六一

Let your music, like a sword, pierce the noise of the market to its heart.

 

二六二

The trembling leaves of this tree touch my heart like the fingers of an infant child.

 

二六三

The little flower lies in the dust. It sought the path of the butterfly.

 

二六四

I am in the world of the roads.

The night comes. Open thy gate, thou world of home.

 

二六五

I have sung the songs of thy day.

In the evening let me carry thy lamp through the stormy path.

 

二六六

I do not ask thee into the house.

Come into my infinite loneliness, my Lover.

 

二六七

Death belongs to life as birth does.

The walk is in the raising of foot as in the laying of it down.

 

二六八

I have learnt the simple meaning of thy whispers in flowers and sunshine---teach me to

know thy words in pain and death.

 

二六九

The night’s flower was late when the morning kissed her, she shivered and sighed and

dropped to the ground.

 

二七0

Through the sadness of all things I hear the crooning of the Eternal Mother.

 

二七一

I came to your shore as a stranger, I lived in your house as a guest, I leave your door as a

friend, my dear .

 

二七二

Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin

of starry silence.

 

二七三

Light in my heart the evening star of rest and then let the night whisper to me of love.

 

二七四

I am a child in the dark.

I stretcj my hands through the coverlet of night for thee, Mother.

 

二七五

The day of work is done.

Hide my face in your arms, Mother.

Let me dream.

 

二七六

The lamp of meeting burns long; it goes out in a moment at the parting.

 

二七七

One word keep for me in thy silence, O World, when I am dead, ‘I have loved.”

二七八

We live in this world when we love it.

 

二七九

Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.

 

二八０

I have seen thee as the half-awakened child sees his mother in the dusk of the dawn and

then smiles and sleeps again.

 

二八一

I shall die again and again to know that life is inexhaustible.

二八二

While I was passing with the crowd in the road I saw thy smile form the balcony and I

sang and forgot all noise.

 

二八三

Love is life in its fulness like the cup with it wine.

 

二八四

They light their own lamps and sing their own words in their temples.

But the birds sing thy name in thine own morning light,--for thy name is joy.

 

二八五

Lend me in the centre of thy silence to fill my heat with songs.

 

二八六

Let them live who choose in their own hissing world of fireworks.

My heart longs for thy stars, my God.

 

二八七

Love’s pain sang round my life like the unplumbed sea, and love’s joy sang like birds in

its flowering groves

 

二八八

Put out the lamp when thou wishest.

I shall know thy darkness and shall love it.

 

二八九

When I stand before thee at the day’s end thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my

wound and also my healing.

 

二九０　

Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, “ I have seen thee

before in the light of earth , in the love of man.

 

二九一

Clouds come floating into my life form other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm

but to give colour to my sunset sky

 

二九二

Truth raise against itself the storm that scatters its seeds broadcast.

 

二九三

The storm of last night has crowned this morning with golden peace.

 

二九四

Truth seems to come with its final word; and the final word gives birth to its next.

 

二九五

Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.

 

二九六

Sweetness if thy name fills my heart when I forget mine----like thy morning sun when the

Mist is melted.

 

二九七

The silent night has the beauty of the mother and the clamorous day of the child.

 

二九八

The world loved man when he smile.

The world became afraid of him when he laughed.

 

二九九

God wait for man to regain his childhood in wisdom.

 

三00

Let me feel this world as thy love taking form then my love will help it.

 

三0一

Thy sunshine smiles upon the winter days of my heart, never doubting of its spring

flowers.

 

三0二

God kisses the finite in his love and man the infinite.

 

三0三

Thou crossest desert lands of barren years to reach the moment of fulfilment.

 

三0四

God’s silence ripens man’s thoughts into speech.

 

三0五

Thou wilt find, Eternal Traveller, marks of thy footsteps across my song.

 

三0六

Let me not shame thee, Father , who displayest thy glory in thy children.

 

三0七

Cheerless is the day, the light under frowning clouds is like a punished child with traces

of tears on its pale cheeks, and the cry of the wind is like the cry of a wounded world.

But I know I am travelling to meet my Friend.

 

三0八

To-night there is a stir among the palm leaves, a swell in the sea, Full moon, like the

heart-throb of the world. From what unknown sky hast thou carried in thy silence

the aching secret of love.

 

三0九

I dream of a star, an island of light where I shall be born and in the depth of its

quickening leisure my life will ripen its works like the rice?filed in the autumn sun.

 

三一０

The smell of the wet earth in the rain rises like a great chant of praise form the voiceless

multitude of the insignificant

 

三一一

The love can ever lose is a fact that we cannot accept as truth.

 

三一二

We shall know some day that death can never rob us of that which our soul has gained,

for her gains are one with herself.

 

三一三

God comes to me in the dusk of my evening with the flowers form my past kept fresh in his basket.

 

When all the strings of my life will be tuned, my MATER, then at every touch of thine

will come out the music of love.

 

三一五

Let me live truly, my Lord, so that death to me become true.

 

三一六

Man’s history is waiting in patience for the trumph of the insulted man.

 

三一七

I feel thy gaze upon my heart this moment like the sunny silence of the morning upon the

lonely field whose harvest is over.

 

三一八

I long for the Island of Songs across this heaving Sea of Shouts.

 

三一九

The prelude of the night is commenced in the music of the sunset, in its solemn hymn to

the ineffable dark

 

三二０

I have scaled the peak and found no shelter in fame’s bleak and barren height.

Lead me , my Guide, before the light fades, into the valley of quiet where life’s harvest

mellows into golden wisdom

 

三二一

Things look phantastic in this dimess of the dusk----the spires whose bases are lost in

the dark and tree-tops like blots of inl. I shall wait fir the morning and wake up to see thy

city in the light.

 

三二二

I have sufferred and despaired and known death and I am glad that I am in this great

world

 

三二三

There are tracts in my life that are bare and silent. They are the open spaces where my

busy days had their light and air.

 

三二四

Release me form my unfulfilled past cling to me form behind making death difficult.

 

三二五

Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.