When I think of ages past That have floated down the stream Of life and love and death, I feel how free it makes us To pass away.

If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

When the heart is hard and parched up, come upon me with a shower of mercy. When grace is lost from life, come with a burst of song. When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me out from beyond, come to me, my lord of silence, with thy peace and rest. When my beggarly heart sits crouched, shut up in a corner, break open the door, my king, and come with the ceremony of a king. When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust, O thou holy one, thou wakeful, come with thy light and thy thunder.

When we rejoice in our fullness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

My dearest life, I know you are not mine forever; but do love me even if it’s for this moment. After that I shall vanish into the forest where you cast me, I won’t ask anyone for anything again. Give me something that can last me till I die.

A butterfly flitting from flower to flower ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me.

The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.