Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
I cannot choose the best.
The best chooses me.
We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent?"
“I am a mere flower.”
Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.
The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
The bird wishes it were a cloud.
The cloud wishes it were a bird.
The waterfall sing, "I find my song, when I find my freedom.
Woman, when you move about in your household service your limbs sing like a hill stream among its pebbles.
Do not blame your food because you have no appetite.
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
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.
God finds himself by creating.
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.
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.
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.
Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.
The hurricane seeks the shortest road by the no-road, and suddenly ends
its search in the Nowhere.
Take my wine in my own cup, friend.
It loses its wreath of foam when poured into that of others.
God says to man, "I heal you therefore I hurt, love you therefore punish."
Tiny grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under your tread.
Where is the fountain that throws up these flowers in a ceaseless outbreak of ecstasy
In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain.
The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and bring outsurprises of beauty.
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
The poet wind is out over the sea and the forest to seek his own voice.
Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.
The grass seeks her crowd in the earth.
The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.
Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled soundof the sea among these listening pines.
What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars?
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
The artist is the lover of Nature, therefore he is her slave and her master.
How far are you from me, O Fruit
I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.
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.
The birth and death of the leaves are the rapid whirls of the eddy-
whose wider circles move slowly among stars.
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.
Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible
to buy with life what is truly precious.
The dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers.
Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on,
for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.
The touch of the nameless days clings to my heart like mosses round
the old tree.
The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.
Man goes into the noisy crowed to drown his own clamour of silence.
Dream is a wife who must talk,
Sleep is a husband who silently suffers.
“月亮寄来了你的情书,” 夜对太阳说， “青草上的眼泪是我的回答”。
In the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me,
I leave my answers in tears upon the grass.
Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life
through the dark unknown.
The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
firefly to the stars.
The stars made no answer.
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
Sit still, my heart, do not raise your dust.
Let the world find its way to you.
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade.
It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
The cricket's chirp and the patter of rain come to me through the dark,
like the rustle of dreams from my past youth.
“I have lost my dewdrop,” cries the flower to the morning sky that has lost all its stars.
The burning log bursts in flame and cries, --- "This is my flower, my death."
I cannot keep your waves,
Let me keep your footprints in my heart.
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.
The best does not come alone.
It comes with the company of the all.
God's right hand is gentle, but terrible is his left hand.
My heart has spread its sails to the idle winds for the shadowy island of Anywhere.
Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in the sky.
Do not say, "It is morning," and dismiss it with a mane of yesterday.
See it for the first time as a new-born child that has no name.
The raindrop whispered to the jasmine, "Keep me in your heart for ever."
The jasmine sighed, "Alas," and dropped to the ground.
Timid thoughts, do not be afraid of me.
I am a poet.
Are you too proud to kiss me?
Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.
Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.
Find your beauty, my heart, from the world's movement, like the boat
that has the grace of the wind and the water.
Wayside grass, love the star, then your dreams will come out in flowers.
I have learnt the simple meaning of thy whispers in flowers and sunshine
---teach me to know thy words in pain and death.
The day of work is done. Hide my face in your arms, Mother.
Let me dream.
One word keep for me in thy silence, O World, when I am dead,
I have loved.
We live in this world when we love it.
I have seen thee as the half-awakened child sees his mother in the
dusk of the dawn and then smiles and sleeps again.
While I was passing with the crowd in the road I saw thy smile from
the balcony and I sang and forgot all noise.
When I stand before thee at the days end thou shalt see my scars
and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.
God waits for man to regain his childhood in wisdom.
Thy sunshine smiles upon the winter days of my heart, never doubting.
of its spring flowers.
Let me live truly, my Lord, so that death to me become true.