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.

Yes, all my illusions will burn into illumination of joy, and all my desires ripen into fruits of love.

There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness is not all stillness; where the idea and the form, the within and the without, are united; where infinite becomes finite, yet not losing its infinity. If this meeting is dissolved, then things become unreal.

Power takes as ingratitude the writhing of its victims

Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

The higher nature in man always seeks for something which transcends itself and yet is its deepest truth; which claims all its sacrifice, yet makes this sacrifice its own recompense. This is man's dharma, man's religion, and man's self is the vessel.

The night kissed the fading day With a whisper: "I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth."