The sands in you way beg for your song and your movement,dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
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 sigh.
Our desire lends the colours of the rainbow to the mere mists and vapours of life.
Who drives me forward like fate? The Myself striding on my back.
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.I hear the voice of their wings .
Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them,but walk on,for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.
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.
Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
Man barricades against himself.
In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain.
The perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect.
Never be afraid of the moments-thus sings the voice of the everlasting .
We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
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.
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
The waterfall sing,"I find my song,when I find my freedom."
What you are you do not see,what you see is your shadow,
If you shed tears when you miss the sun,you also miss the stars.