Life has become richer by the love that has been lost.
My friend, your great heart shone with the sunrise of the East like the snowy summit of a lonely hill in the dawn.
The fountain of death makes the still water of life play.
Those who have everything but thee, my God, laugh at those who have nothing but thyself.
The movement of life has its rest in its own music.
Kicks only raise dust and not crops from the earth.
Our names are the light that glows on the sea waves at night and then dies without leaving its signature.
Let him only see the thorns who has eyes to see the rose.
Set the bird’s wings with gold and it will never again soar in the sky.
The same lotus of our clime blooms here in the alien water with the same sweetness, under another name.
In heart’s perspective the distance looms large.
The moon has her light all over the sky, her dark spots to herself.
Do not say, “It is morning,” and dismiss it with a mane of yesterday.
See it for the first time as a new-born child that has no name.
Smoke boasts to the sky, and Ashes to the earth, that they are brothers to the fire.
The raindrop whispered to the jasmine, “Keep me in your heart for ever.”The jasmine sighed, “Alas,” and dropped to the ground.
Timid thoughts, do not be afraid of me.
I am a poet.
The dim silence of my mind seems filled with crickets’ chirp - the grey twilight of sound.
Rockets, your insult to the stars follows yourself back to the earth.
Thou hast led me through my crowded travels of the day to my evening’s loneliness.
I wait for its meaning through the stillness of the night.