151-200

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.

157
THE night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.

158
POWER takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

159
WHEN we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with
joy.

160
THE raindrops kissed the earth and whispered,--"We are thy homesick
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven."

161
THE cobweb pretends to catch dew-drops and catches flies.

162
LOVE! when you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand, I can see
your face and know you as bliss.

163
"THE learned say that your lights will one day be no more." said the
firefly to the stars.
The stars made no answer.

164
IN the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to the nest
of my silence.

165
THOUGHTS pass in my mind like flocks of ducks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.

166
THE canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with
water.

167
THE world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return in
songs.

168
THAT which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open, or
the soul of the world knocking at my heart for its entrance?

169
THOUGHT feeds itself with its own words and grows.

170
I HAVE dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has filled
with love.

171
EITHER you have work or you have not.
When you have to say, "Let us do something," then begins mischief.

172
THE sunflower blushed to own the nameless flower as her kin.
The sun rose and smiled on it, saying, "Are you well, my darling?"

173
"WHO drives me forward like fate?"
"The Myself striding on my back."

174
THE clouds fill the watercups of the river, hiding themselves in the
distant hills.

175
I SPILL water from my water jar as I walk on my way,
Very little remains for my home.

176
THE water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark.
The small truth has words that are clear; the great truth has great
silence.

177
YOUR smile was the flowers of your own fields, your talk was the rustle
of your own mountain pines, but your heart was the woman that we all know.

178
IT is the little things that I leave behind for my loved ones,--great
things are for everyone.

179
WOMAN, thou hast encircled the world's heart with the depth of thy tears
as the sea has the earth.

180
THE sunshine greets me with a smile. The rain, his sad sister, talks to
my heart.

181
MY flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten.
In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.

182
I AM like the road in the night listening to the footfalls of its
memories in silence.

183
THE evening sky to me is like a window, and a lighted lamp, and a waiting
behind it.

184
HE who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.

185
I AM the autumn cloud, empty of rain, see my fulness in the field of
ripened rice.

186
THEY hated and killed and men praised them.
But God in shame hastens to hide its memory under the green grass.

187
TOES are the fingers that have forsaken their past.

188
DARKNESS travels towards light, but blindness towards death.

189
THE pet dog suspects the universe for scheming to take its place.

190
SIT still my heart, do not raise your dust.
Let the world find its way to you.

191
THE bow whispers to the arrow before it speeds forth--"Your freedom is
mine."

192
WOMAN, in your laughter you have the music of the fountain of life.

193
A MIND all logic is like a knife all blade.
It makes the hand bleed that uses it.

194
GOD loves man's lamp lights better than his own great stars.

195
THIS world is the world of wild storms kept tame with the music of
beauty.

196
"MY heart is like the golden casket of thy kiss," said the sunset cloud
to the sun.

197
BY touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.

198
THE cricket's chirp and the patter of rain come to me through the dark,
like the rustle of dreams from my past youth.

199
"I HAVE lost my dewdrop," cries the flower to the morning sky that has
lost all its stars.

200
THE burning log bursts in flame and cries,--"This is my flower, my
death."