51-100

51
YOUR idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater
than your idol.

52
MAN does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it.

53
WHILE the glass lamp rebukes the earthen for calling it cousin, the moon
rises, and the glass lamp, with a bland smile, calls her, "My dear, dear
sister."

54
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.

55
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.

56
LIFE is given to us, we earn it by giving it.

57
WE come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.

58
THE sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.

59
NEVER be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting.

60
THE hurricane seeks the shortest road by the no-road, and suddenly ends
its search in the Nowhere.

61
TAKE my wine in my own cup, friend.
It loses its wreath of foam when poured into that of others.

62
THE Perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect.

63
GOD says to man, "I heal you therefore I hurt, love you therefore
punish."

64
THANK the flame for its light, but do not forget the lampholder standing
in the shade with constancy of patience.

65
TINY grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under your
tread.

66
THE infant flower opens its bud and cries, "Dear World, please do not
fade."

67
GOD grows weary of great kingdoms, but never of little flowers.

68
WRONG cannot afford defeat but Right can.

69
"I GIVE my whole water in joy," sings the waterfall, "though little of it
is enough for the thirsty."

70
WHERE is the fountain that throws up these flowers in a ceaseless
outbreak of ecstasy?

71
THE woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.
The tree gave it.

72
IN my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled
with mist and rain.

73
CHASTITY is a wealth that comes from abundance of love.

74
THE mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and brings out
surprises of beauty.

75
WE read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.

76
THE poet wind is out over the sea and the forest to seek his own voice.

77
EVERY child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of
man.

78
THE grass seeks her crowd in the earth.
The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.

79
MAN barricades against himself.

80
YOUR voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound of the
sea among these listening pines.

81
WHAT is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars?

82
LET life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

88
HE who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gate
open.

84
IN death the many becomes one; in life the one becomes many.
Religion will be one when God is dead.

85
THE artist is the lover of Nature, therefore he is her slave and her
master.

86
"HOW far are you from me, O Fruit?"
"I am hidden in your heart, O Flower."

87
THIS longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen in the
day.

88
"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.

89
THE scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the
sword.

90
IN darkness the One appears as uniform; in the light the One appears as
manifold.

91
THE great earth makes herself hospitable with the help of the grass.

92
THE birth and death of the leaves are the rapid whirls of the eddy whose
wider circles move slowly among stars.

93
POWER said to the world, "You are mine.
The world kept it prisoner on her throne.
Love said to the world, "I am thine."
The world gave it the freedom of her house.

94
THE mist is like the earth's desire. It hides the sun for whom she cries.

95
BE still, my heart, these great trees are prayers.

96

THE noise of the moment scoffs at the music of the Eternal.

97
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.

98
THE sadness of my soul is her bride's veil.
It waits to be lifted in the night.

99
DEATH'S stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy
with life what is truly precious.

100
THE cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky.
The morning crowned it with splendour.