250.
LET not the sword-blade mock its handle for being blunt.
251.
THE night's silence, like a deep lamp, is burning with the light of its milky way.
252.
AROUND the sunny island of Life swells day and night death's limitless song of the sea.
253.
IS not this mountain like a flower, with its petals of hills, drinking the sunlight?
254.
THE real with its meaning read wrong and emphasis misplaced is the unreal.
255.
FIND your beauty, my heart, from the world's movement, like the boat that has the grace of the wind and the water.
256.
THE eyes are not proud of their sight but of their eyeglasses.
257.
I LIVE in this little world of mine and am afraid to make it the least less. Lift me into thy world and let me have the freedom gladly to lose my all.
258.
THE false can never grow into truth by growing in power.
259.
MY heart, with its lapping waves of song, longs to caress this green world of the sunny day.
260.
WAYSIDE grass, love the star, then your dreams will come out in flowers.
261.
LET your music, like a sword, pierce the noise of the market to its heart.
262.
THE trembling leaves of this tree touch my heart like the fingers of an infant child.
263.
THIS sadness of my soul is her bride's veil.
It waits to be lifted in the night.
264.
THE little flower lies in the dust.
It sought the path of the butterfly.
265.
I AM in the world of the roads. The night comes. Open thy gate, thou world of the home.
266.
I HAVE sung the songs of thy day. In the evening let me carry thy lamp through the stormy path.
267.
I DO not ask thee into the house.
Come into my infinite loneliness, my Lover.
268.
DEATH belongs to life as birth does. The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.
269.
I HAVE learnt the simple meaning of thy whispers in flowers and sunshine-teach me to know thy words in pain and death.
270.
THE night's flower was late when the morning kissed her, she shivered and sighed and dropped to the ground.
271.
THROUGH the sadness of all things I hear the crooning of the Eternal Mother.
272.
I CAME to your shore as a stranger, I lived in your house as a guest, I leave your door as a friend, my earth.
273.
LET my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.
274.
LIGHT in my heart the evening star of rest and then let the night whisper to me of love.
275.
I AM a child in the dark.
I stretch my hands through the coverlet of night for thee, Mother.
276.
THE day of work is done. Hide my face in your arms, Mother.
Let me dream.
277.
THE lamp of meeting burns long; it goes out in a moment at the parting.
278.
ONE word keep for me in thy silence, O World, when I am dead, "I have loved."
279.
WE live in this world when we love it.
280.
LET the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.
281.
I HAVE seen thee as the half-awakened child sees his mother in the dusk of the dawn and then smiles and sleeps again.
282.
I SHALL die again and again to know that life is inexhaustible.
283.
WHILE I was passing with the crowd in the road I saw thy smile from the balcony and I sang and forgot all noise.
284.
LOVE is life in its fulness like the cup with its wine.
285.
THEY light their own lamps and sing their own words in their temples.
But the birds sing thy name in thine own morning light,-for thy name is joy.
286.
LEAD me in the centre of thy silence to fill my heart with songs.
287.
LET them live who choose in their own hissing world of fireworks.
My heart longs for thy stars, my God.
288.
LOVE'S pain sang round my life like the unplumbed sea, and love's joy sang like birds in its flowering groves.
289.
PUT out the lamp when thou wishest.
I shall know thy darkness and shall love it.
290.
WHEN I stand before thee at the day's end thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.
291.
SOME day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, "I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man."
292.
CLOUDS come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky.
293.
TRUTH raises against itself the storm that scatters its seeds broadcast.
294.
THE storm of the last night has crowned this morning with golden peace.
295.
TRUTH seems to come with its final word; and the final word gives birth to its next.