1-50

1
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.

2
O TROUPE of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my
words.

3
THE world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

4
IT is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.

5
THE mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes
her head and laughs and flies away.

6
IF you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

7
THE sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water.
Will you carry the burden of their lameness?

8
HER wistful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.

9
ONCE we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

10
SORROW is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent
trees.

11
SOME unseen fingers, like idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the
music of the ripples.

12
"WHAT language is thine, O sea?"
   "The language of eternal question."
"What language is thy answer, O sky?
   "The language of eternal silence."

13
LISTEN, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love
to you.

14
THE mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great.
Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.

15
DO not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.

16
I SIT at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops
for a moment, nods to me and goes.

17
THESE little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper
of joy in my mind.

18
WHAT you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.

19
MY wishes are fools, they shout across thy songs, my Master.
Let me but listen.

20
I CANNOT choose the best.
The best chooses me.

21
THEY throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their
back.

22
THAT I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.

23
"WE, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who
are you so silent?"
"I am a mere flower."

24
REST belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.

25
MAN is a born child, his power is the power of growth.

26
GOD expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun and the
earth.

27
THE light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves happily
knows not that man can lie.

28
O BEAUTY, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.

29
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."

30
"MOON, for what do you wait?"
"To salute the sun for whom I must make way."

31
THE trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.

32
HIS own mornings are new surprises to God.

33
LIFE finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the
claims of love.

34
THE dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.

35
THE bird wishes it were a cloud. The cloud wishes it were a bird.

36
THE waterfall sings, "I find my song, when I find my freedom."

37
I CANNOT tell why this heart languishes in silence.
It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.

38
WOMAN, when you move about in your household service your limbs sing like
a hill stream among its pebbles.

39
THE sun goes to cross the Western sea, leaving its last salutation to the
East.

40
DO not blame your food because you have no appetite.

41
THE trees, like the longings of the earth, stand a-tiptoe to peep at the
heaven.

42
YOU smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had
been waiting long.

43
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.

44
THE world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the
music of sadness.

45
HE has made his weapons his gods. When his weapons win he is defeated
himself.

46
GOD finds himself by creating.

47
SHADOW, with her veil drawn, follows Light in secret meekness, with her
silent steps of love.

48
THE stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.

49
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.

50
THE mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move.