The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day.

It is the same life that emerges in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless waves of flower.

The significance which is in unity is an eternal wonder.

Days come and ages pass, and it is ever he who moves my heart in many a name, in many a guise, in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow. Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.

Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.

Poems On Time The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth. Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

The potentiality of perfection outweighs actual contradictions... Existence in itself is here to prove that it cannot be an evil.