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

In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.

Faith is a bird that can see the light when it is dawn and starts singing in the dark.

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

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

I do not love him because he is good, but because he is my child.

We live in the world when we love it.