飞鸟集选摘
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.
O trouple of little vagrants of the world,leave your footprints in my words.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.It becomes small as one song,as one kiss of the etrernal.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.
The mighty desert is burning for the love of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun ,you also miss the stars .
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement,dancing water.Will you carry the burden of their lameness.
Her wistful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
Once we dreamt that we were strangers.We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
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 ripples.
"What language is thine,O sea?" "The language of eternal question."
"What language is thy answer,O sky?" "The language of eternal silence."
Listen ,my heart , to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great .Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment ,nods to me and goes.
These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves;they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
My wishes are fools ,they shout across thy songs ,my Master,Let me but listen.
I cannot choose the best.The best choose me.
They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.
That I exist is a perpatual surprise which is life.
Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.
Man is a born child,his power is the power of growth.
The light that plays ,like a naked child ,among the green leaves happily knows not that man can lie.
O Beauty ,find thyself in love , not in the flattery of thy mirror.
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."
The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
His own mornings are new surprises to God.
Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world,and its worth by the claims of love.
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.
He has made his weapons his gods ,When his weapons win he is defeated himself.
Shadow ,with her veil drawn,follows Light in secret meekness,with her silent steps of love.
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.
The mind,sharp but not board,sticks at every point but does not move.
Man does not reveal himself in his history,he struggles up through it.
Life is given to us ,we earn it by giving it.
We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
Never be afraid of the moments ---thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
The Perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect.
God says to man,"I heal you therefore I hurt ,love you therefore punish."
Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can.
Chasity is a wealth that comes from abundance of love.
We read the world wrong and says that it deceives us.
Man barricades against himself.
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate;he who loves find the gate open.
The noise of the moment scoffs at the music of the Eternal.
The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.
I cast my own shadow upon my path ,because I have a lamp that has not been lighted.
Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamor of silence.
That which ends in exhaustion is death,but the perfect ending is in the endless.
The road is lonely in its crowd fot it is not loved.
The bird thinks it is an act of kindness to give the fish a lift in the air.
If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.
Power takes as ingratitude the writings of its victims.
Thoughts feeds itself with its own words and grows.
I am like the road in the night listening to the footfalls of its memories in silence.
Toes are the fingers that have forsaken their past.
Let me not put myself wrongly to my world and set it against me.
The best does not come alone .It comes with the company of the all.
Make me thy cup and let my fullness be for thee and for thine.
Life has become richer by the love that has been lost.
Let him only see the thorns who has eyes to see the rose.
In heart's pespective the distance looms long.
Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.
The false can never grow into truth by growing in power.
We live in the world when we love it.
I shall die again and again to know that life is inexhaustible.
The world loved man when he smiled.The world became afraid of him when he laughed.
The love can ever lose is a fact that we cannot accept as truth.
Let me live truly ,my lord ,so that death to me becomes true.
Let this be my last word ,that I trust in thy love.
O trouple of little vagrants of the world,leave your footprints in my words.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.It becomes small as one song,as one kiss of the etrernal.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.
The mighty desert is burning for the love of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun ,you also miss the stars .
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement,dancing water.Will you carry the burden of their lameness.
Her wistful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
Once we dreamt that we were strangers.We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
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 ripples.
"What language is thine,O sea?" "The language of eternal question."
"What language is thy answer,O sky?" "The language of eternal silence."
Listen ,my heart , to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great .Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment ,nods to me and goes.
These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves;they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
My wishes are fools ,they shout across thy songs ,my Master,Let me but listen.
I cannot choose the best.The best choose me.
They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.
That I exist is a perpatual surprise which is life.
Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.
Man is a born child,his power is the power of growth.
The light that plays ,like a naked child ,among the green leaves happily knows not that man can lie.
O Beauty ,find thyself in love , not in the flattery of thy mirror.
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."
The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
His own mornings are new surprises to God.
Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world,and its worth by the claims of love.
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.
He has made his weapons his gods ,When his weapons win he is defeated himself.
Shadow ,with her veil drawn,follows Light in secret meekness,with her silent steps of love.
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.
The mind,sharp but not board,sticks at every point but does not move.
Man does not reveal himself in his history,he struggles up through it.
Life is given to us ,we earn it by giving it.
We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
Never be afraid of the moments ---thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
The Perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect.
God says to man,"I heal you therefore I hurt ,love you therefore punish."
Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can.
Chasity is a wealth that comes from abundance of love.
We read the world wrong and says that it deceives us.
Man barricades against himself.
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate;he who loves find the gate open.
The noise of the moment scoffs at the music of the Eternal.
The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.
I cast my own shadow upon my path ,because I have a lamp that has not been lighted.
Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamor of silence.
That which ends in exhaustion is death,but the perfect ending is in the endless.
The road is lonely in its crowd fot it is not loved.
The bird thinks it is an act of kindness to give the fish a lift in the air.
If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.
Power takes as ingratitude the writings of its victims.
Thoughts feeds itself with its own words and grows.
I am like the road in the night listening to the footfalls of its memories in silence.
Toes are the fingers that have forsaken their past.
Let me not put myself wrongly to my world and set it against me.
The best does not come alone .It comes with the company of the all.
Make me thy cup and let my fullness be for thee and for thine.
Life has become richer by the love that has been lost.
Let him only see the thorns who has eyes to see the rose.
In heart's pespective the distance looms long.
Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.
The false can never grow into truth by growing in power.
We live in the world when we love it.
I shall die again and again to know that life is inexhaustible.
The world loved man when he smiled.The world became afraid of him when he laughed.
The love can ever lose is a fact that we cannot accept as truth.
Let me live truly ,my lord ,so that death to me becomes true.
Let this be my last word ,that I trust in thy love.
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