The bird thinks it a favor to give the fish a lift in the air

I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.

In the drowsy dark cave of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.

The flower fades and dies; but he who wears the flower has not to mourn for it for ever.

I've travelled all around the world to see the rivers and the mountains, and I've spent a lot of money. I have gone to great lengths, I have seen everything, but I forgot to see just outside my house a dewdrop on a little blade of grass, a dewdrop which reflects in its convexity the whole universe around you.

The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart….. I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house….. But the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house; I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.

Let my love like sunlight surround you and yet give you illumined freedom.