I want every image to be the beginning of an unseen image.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The shepherd will deny the diseased lamb in fear of the flock.
The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.
Let us disperse from our aloofness and serve the weak who made us strong, and cleanse the country in which we live. Let us teach this miserable nation to smile and rejoice with heaven's bounty and glory of life and freedom.
Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem