Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt at being told that it is a fragment awaiting perfection.

In death the many become one; in life the one become many.

Whether joy or sorrow, pain or pleasure; whatsoever may befall thee, accept it serenely with an unvanquished heart.

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.

Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger.

Today I feel that I shall win through. I have come to the gateway of the simple; I am now content to see things as they are. I have gained freedom myself; I shall allow freedom to others. In my work will be my salvation.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.