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

His neighbours ask him to build one still smaller.

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"I CANNOT keep your waves," says the bank to the river.

"Let me keep your footprints in my heart."

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

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THE song feels the infinite in the air, the picture in the earth, the poem in the air and the earth;

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

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WHEN the sun goes down to the West, the East of his morning stands before him in silence.

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

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PRAISE shames me, for I secretly beg for it.

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LET my doing nothing when I have nothing to do become untroubled in its depth of peace like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.

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

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

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GOD's right hand is gentle, but terrible is his left hand.

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MY evening came among the alien trees and spoke in a language which my morning stars did not know.

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NIGHT'S darkness is a bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.

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OUR desire lends the colours of the rainbow to the mere mists and vapours of life.

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

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MY sad thoughts tease me asking me their own names.

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THE service of the fruit is precious, the service of the flower is sweet, but let my service be the service of the leaves in its shade of humble devotion.

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

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MEN are cruel, but Man is kind.

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MAKE me thy cup and let my fulness be for thee and for thine.

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THE storm is like the cry of some god in pain whose love the earth refuses.

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

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

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MY friend, your great heart shone with the sunrise of the East like the snowy summit of a lonely hill in the dawn.

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

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THOSE who have everything but thee, my God, laugh at those who have nothing but thyself.

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

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KICKS only raise dust and not crops from the earth.

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OUR names are the light that glows on the sea waves at night and then dies without leaving its signature.

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

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SET bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in the sky.

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THE same lotus of our clime blooms here in the alien water with the same sweetness, under another name.

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IN heart's perspective the distance looms large.

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

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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.

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

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THE raindrop whispered to the jasmine, "Keep me in your heart for ever."

The jasmine sighed, "Alas," and dropped to the ground.

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TIMID thoughts, do not be afraid of me.

I am a poet.

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THE dim silence of my mind seems filled with crickets' chirp--the grey twilight of sound.

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

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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.

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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.

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THE stream of truth flows through its channels of mistakes.

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

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

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"ARE you too proud to kiss me?" the morning light asks the buttercup.

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"HOW may I sing to thee and worship, O Sun?" asked the little flower.

"By the simple silence of thy purity," answered the sun.

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

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DARK clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.

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

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THE night's silence, like a deep lamp, is burning with the light of its milky way.

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AROUND the sunny island of Life swells day and night death's limitless song of the sea.

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IS not this mountain like a flower, with its petals of hills, drinking the sunlight?

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

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FIND your beauty, my heart, from the world's movement, like the boat that has the grace of the wind and the water.

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

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I LIVE 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.

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

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

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WAYSIDE grass, love the star, then your dreams will come out in flowers.

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

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

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THIS sadness of my soul is her bride's veil.

It waits to be lifted in the night.

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THE little flower lies in the dust.

It sought the path of the butterfly.

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I AM in the world of the roads. The night comes. Open thy gate, thou world of the home.

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I HAVE sung the songs of thy day. In the evening let me carry thy lamp through the stormy path.

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I DO not ask thee into the house.

Come into my infinite loneliness, my Lover.

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DEATH belongs to life as birth does. The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.

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I HAVE learnt the simple meaning of thy whispers in flowers and sunshine--teach me to know thy words in pain and death.

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THE night's flower was late when the morning kissed her, she shivered and sighed and dropped to the ground.

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

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I CAME to your shore as a stranger, I lived in your house as a guest, I leave your door as a friend, my earth.

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LET my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.

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

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I AM a child in the dark.

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

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THE day of work is done. Hide my face in your arms, Mother.

Let me dream.

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

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ONE word keep for me in thy silence, O World, when I am dead, "I have loved."

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WE live in this world when we love it.

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

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I HAVE seen thee as the half-awakened child sees his mother in the dusk of the dawn and then smiles and sleeps again.

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

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WHILE I was passing with the crowd in the road I saw thy smile from the balcony and I sang and forgot all noise.

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LOVE is life in its fulness like the cup with its wine.

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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.

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LEAD me in the centre of thy silence to fill my heart with songs.

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

My heart longs for thy stars, my God.

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LOVE'S pain sang round my life like the unplumbed sea, and love's joy sang like birds in its flowering groves.

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PUT out the lamp when thou wishest.

I shall know thy darkness and shall love it.

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WHEN I stand before thee at the day's end thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.

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SOME day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, "I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man."

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CLOUDS come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky.

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TRUTH raises against itself the storm that scatters its seeds broadcast.

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

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

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BLESSED is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.

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SWEETNESS of thy name fills my heart when I forget mine--like thy morning sun when the mist is melted.

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

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

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GOD waits for man to regain his childhood in wisdom.