Art awakens a sense of real by establishing an intimate relationship between our inner being and the universe at large, bringing us a consciousness of deep joy.

I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things

And because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well.

If religion, instead of being the manifestation of a spiritual ideal, gives prominence to scriptures and external rites, then does it disturb the peace more than anything else.

Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

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.

Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!