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When I traveled to here and to there,I was tired of thee,O Road,but now when thou leadest me to everywhere I am wedded to thee in love.
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Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
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Woman,with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
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One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.It sings to me in the night,—“I loved you.”
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The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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I have my stars in the sky,but oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
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The dust of the dead words clings to thee.Wash thy soul with silence.
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Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
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The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.Come out,my heart,with thy love to meet it.
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My thoughts shimmer with these shimmering leaves and my heart sings with the touch of this sunlight;my life is glad to be floating with all things into the blue of space,into the dark of time.
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God's great power is in the gentle breeze,not in the storm.
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This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.I shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.
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“Who is there to take up my duties?”asked the setting sun.
“I shall do what I can,my Master,”said the earthen lamp.
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By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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Silence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
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The Great walks with the Small without fear.
The Middling keeps aloof.
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The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
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Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
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When we rejoice in our fullness,then we can part with our fruits with joy.
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The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered,—“We are thy homesick children,mother,come back to thee from the heaven.”
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The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.
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Love!When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,I can see your face and know you as bliss.
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“The learned say that your lights will one day be no more,”said the firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer.
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In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to the nest of my silence.
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Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of ducks in the sky.I hear the voice of their wings.
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The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.
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The world has kissed my soul with its pain,asking for its return in songs.
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That which oppresses me,is it my soul trying to come out in the open,or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for its entrance?
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Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
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I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour;it has filled with love.
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Either you have work or you have not.When you have to say,“Let us do something,”then begins mischief.
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The sunflower blushed to own the nameless flower as her kin.The sun rose and smiled on it,saying,“Are you well,my darling?”
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“Who drives me forward like fate?”
“The Myself striding on my back.”
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The clouds fill the water-cups of the river,hiding themselves in the distant hills.
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I spill water from my water-jar as I walk on my way.Very little remains for my home.
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The water in a vessel is sparkling;the water in the sea is dark.The small truth has words that are clear;the great truth has great silence.
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Your smile was the flowers of your own fields,your talk was the rustle of your own mountain pines,but your heart was the woman that we all know.
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It is the little things that I leave behind for my loved ones—great things are for everyone.
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Woman,thou hast encircled the world's heart with the depth of thy tears as the sea has the earth.
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The sunshine greets me with a smile.The rain,his sad sister,talks to my heart.
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My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten.In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.
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I am like the road in the night listening to the footfalls of its memories in silence.
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The evening sky to me is like a window,and a lighted lamp,and a waiting behind it.
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He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.
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I am the autumn cloud,empty of rain,see my fullness in the field of ripened rice.
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They hated and killed and men praised them.But God in shame hastens to hide its memory under the green grass.
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Toes are the fingers that have forsaken their past.
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Darkness travels towards light,but blindness towards death.
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The pet dog suspects the universe for scheming to take its place.
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Sit still,my heart,do not raise your dust.Let the world find its way to you.
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The bow whispers to the arrow before it speeds forth—“Your freedom is mine.”
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Woman,in your laughter you have the music of the fountain of life.
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A mind all logic is like a knife all blade.It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
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God loves man's lamp-lights better than his own great stars.
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The world is the world of wild storms kept tame with the music of beauty.
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“My heart is like the golden casket of thy kiss,”said the sunset cloud to the sun.
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By touching you may kill,by keeping away you may possess.
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The cricket's chirp and the patter of rain come to me through the dark,like the rustle of dreams from my past youth.
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“I have lost my dewdrop,”cries the flower to the morning sky that has lost all its stars.
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The burning log bursts in flame and cries,“This is my flower,my death.”
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The wasp thinks that the honeyhive of the neighboring bees is too small.
His neighbors ask him to build one still smaller.
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“I cannot keep your waves,”says the bank to the river.
“Let me keep your footprints in my heart.”
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The day,with the noise of this little earth,drowns the silence of all worlds.
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The song feels the infinite in the air,the picture in the earth,the poem in the air and the earth;
For its words have meaning that walks and music that soars.
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When the sun goes down to the West,the East of his morning stands before him in silence.
