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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."
120.
I FEEL, thy beauty, dark night, like that of the loved woman when she has put out the lamp.
121.
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.
124.
"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."
125.
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.
127.
BEES sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave.
The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.
128.
TO be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.
129.
ASKS the Possible to the Impossible, "Where is your dwelling place?"
"In the dreams of the impotent," comes the answer.
130.
IF you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.
131.
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.
135.
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.
140.
TRUTH in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.
141.
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.
142.
LET me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
143.
WOMAN, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
144.
ONE sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night,-"I loved you."
145.
THE flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
146.
I HAVE my stars in the sky, But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
147.
THE dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.
148.
GAPS are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
149.
THE world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
150.
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.
151.
GOD'S great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
152.
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.
153.
"WHO is there to take up my duties?" asked the setting sun.
"I shall do what I can, my Master," said the earthen lamp.
154.
BY plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
155.
SILENCE will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
156.
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.
158.