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THE dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers.

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DO not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.

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ROOTS are the branches down in the earth.

Branches are roots in the air.

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THE music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.

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DO not insult your friend by lending him merits from your own pocket.

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

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THE echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.

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GOD is ashamed when the prosperous boasts of His special favour.

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

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

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

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THE sun has his simple robe of light. The clouds are decked with gorgeousness.

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

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THE road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.

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THE power that boasts of its mischiefs is laughed at by the yellow leaves that fall, and clouds that pass by.

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THE earth hums to me to-day in the sun, like a woman at her spinng, some ballad of the ancient time in a forgotten tongue.

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THE grass-blade is worth of the great world where it grows.

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DREAM is a wife who must talk.

Sleep is a husband who silently suffers.

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THE night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear, "I am death, your mother. I am to give you fresh birth."

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

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

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

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

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"IN the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me," said the night to the sun.

"I leave my answers in tears upon the grass."

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

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NOT hammerstrokes, but dance of the water sings the pebbles into perfection.

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

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

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

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ASKS the Possible to the Impossible, "Where is your dwelling place?"

"In the dreams of the impotent," comes the answer.

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IF you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.

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

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LEISURE in its activity is work.

The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

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THE leaf becomes flower when it loves.

The flower becomes fruit when it worships.

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

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THIS rainy evening the wind is restless.

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

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

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THOU raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover. O sea, thou lonely bride of the storm.

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"I AM ashamed of my emptiness," said the Word to the Work.

"I know how poor I am when I see you," said the Work to the Word.

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

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TRUTH in her dress finds facts too tight.

In fiction she moves with ease.

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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.

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

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WOMAN, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.

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

It sings to me in the night,--"I loved you."

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THE flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.

Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

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I HAVE my stars in the sky,

But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

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THE dust of the dead words clings to thee.

Wash thy soul with silence.

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

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

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

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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 time.

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GOD'S great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

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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.

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"WHO is there to take up my duties?" asked the setting sun.

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

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

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

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THE Great walks with the Small without fear.

The Middling keeps aloof.

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

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POWER takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

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WHEN we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

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

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THE cobweb pretends to catch dew-drops and catches flies.

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LOVE! when you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand, I can see your face and know you as bliss.

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"THE learned say that your lights will one day be no more." said the firefly to the stars.

The stars made no answer.

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

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

I hear the voice of their wings.

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

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THE world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return in songs.

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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?

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THOUGHT feeds itself with its own words and grows.

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

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EITHER you have work or you have not.

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

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

The sun rose and smiled on it, saying, "Are you well, my darling?"

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"WHO drives me forward like fate?"

"The Myself striding on my back."

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THE clouds fill the watercups of the river, hiding themselves in the distant hills.

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I SPILL water from my water jar as I walk on my way,

Very little remains for my home.

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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.

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YOUR smile was the flowers of your own fields, your talk was the rustle of your own mountain pines, but your heart was the woman that we all know.

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

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WOMAN, thou hast encircled the world's heart with the depth of thy tears as the sea has the earth.

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THE sunshine greets me with a smile. The rain, his sad sister, talks to my heart.

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MY flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten.

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

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I AM like the road in the night listening to the footfalls of its memories in silence.

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

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

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I AM the autumn cloud, empty of rain, see my fulness in the field of ripened rice.

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THEY hated and killed and men praised them.

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

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TOES are the fingers that have forsaken their past.

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DARKNESS travels towards light, but blindness towards death.

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THE pet dog suspects the universe for scheming to take its place.

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SIT still my heart, do not raise your dust.

Let the world find its way to you.

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THE bow whispers to the arrow before it speeds forth--"Your freedom is mine."

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WOMAN, in your laughter you have the music of the fountain of life.

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A MIND all logic is like a knife all blade.

It makes the hand bleed that uses it.

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GOD loves man's lamp lights better than his own great stars.

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

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"MY heart is like the golden casket of thy kiss," said the sunset cloud to the sun.

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

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THE cricket's chirp and the patter of rain come to me through the dark, like the rustle of dreams from my past youth.

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"I HAVE lost my dewdrop," cries the flower to the morning sky that has lost all its stars.

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THE burning log bursts in flame and cries,--"This is my flower, my death."