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

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     The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
     It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

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      The mighty desert is burning for the love of  a bladeof grass who
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     The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing
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     Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.

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

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

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

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What language is thine, O sea?
The language of eternal question.
What language is thy answer, O sky?
The language of eternal silence.

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

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     The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great.
Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.

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

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     I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops
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     There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their
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     What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.

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     My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master.
     Let me but listen.

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     I cannot choose the best.
     The best chooses me.

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

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     That I exist is  a perpetual surprise which is life.

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We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms,
  but who are you so silent?"
I am a mere flower.

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

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

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

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

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

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     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."

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Moon, for what do you wait?
To salute the sun for whom I must make way.

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

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     His own mornings are new surprises to God.

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

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     The bird wishes it were a cloud.
     The cloud wishes it were a bird.

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     The waterfall sing, "I find my song, when I find my freedom."

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     I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence.
     It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.

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

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

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     Do not blame your food because you have no appetite.

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     The trees, like the longings of the earth, stand atiptoe to peep
  at the heaven.

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

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

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     He has made his weapons his gods.
     When his weapons win he is defeated himself.

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     God finds himself by creating.

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

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     The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.

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     I thank thee that I am none of the wheels of power but I am one with
  the living creatures that are crushed by it.

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

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     You idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater
  than your idol.

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

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     While the glass lamp rebukes the earthen for calling it cousin the
  moon rises, and the glass lamp, with a bland smile, calls her,
---My dear, dear sister.

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     Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near.
  The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart.

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     My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to
  the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

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

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

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

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

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

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     Take my wine in my own cup, friend.
     It loses its wreath of foam when poured into that of others.

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     The perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect.

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

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     Thank the flame for its light, but do not forget the lampholder
  standing in the shade with constancy of patience.

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

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

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     God grows weary of great kingdoms, but never of little flowers.

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     Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can.

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I give my whole water in joy,
  it is enough for the thirsty.

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

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     The woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.
     The tree gave it.

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     In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled
  with mist and rain.

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     Chastity is a wealth that comes from abundance of love.

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     The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and bring out
  surprises of beauty.

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     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.

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

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     The grass seeks her crowd in the earth.
     The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.

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     Man barricades against himself.

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     Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound
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     What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars?

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

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     He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the
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     In death the many becomes one; in life the one becomes many.
     Religion will be one when God is dead.

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     The artist is the lover of Nature, therefore he is her slave and her
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How far are you from me, O Fruit?
I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.

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     This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen
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You are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller
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     The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of
  the sword.

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     In darkness the One appears as uniform; in the light the One appears
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     The great earth makes herself hospitable with the help of the grass.

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     The birth and death of the leaves are the rapid whirls of the eddy
  whose wider circles move slowly among stars.

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     Power said to the world, "You are mine."
     The world kept it prisoner on her throne.
     Love said to the world, "I am thine."
     The world gave it the freedom of her house.

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     The mist is like the earth's desire.
     It hides the sun for whom she cries.

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

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

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     I think of other ages that floated upon the stream of life and love
  and death and are forgotten, and I feel the freedom of passing away.

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     The sadness of my soul is her bride's veil.
     It waits to be lifted in the night.

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

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     The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky.
     The morning crowned it with splendour.



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         The earth hums to me today in the sun, like a woman at her spinning,
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         Let the world find its way to you.

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         The world loved man when he smiled. The world became afraid of him
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