The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.

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 entrance?

The delights of sight and hearing and touch will bear thy delight.

We gain freedom when we have paid the full price.

I ask my destiny - what power is this That cruelly drives me onward without rest? My destiny says, "Look round!" I turn back and see It is I myself that is ever pushing me from behind.

Where roads are made I lose my way.In the wide water, in the blue sky there is no line of a track.The pathway is hidden by the birds' wings, by the star-fires, by the flowers of the wayfaring seasons.And I ask my heart if its blood carries the wisdom of the unseen way.