Flushed with the glow of sunset earth seems like a ripe fruit ready to be harvested by night.
Light accepts darkness for his spouse for the sake of creation.
The reed waits for his master’s breath,the Master goes seeking for his reed.
To the blind pen the hand that writes is unreal,its writing unmeaning.
The sea smites his own barren breast because he has no flowers to offer to the moon.
The greed for fruit misses the flower.
God in His temple of stars waits for man to bring him his lamp.
The fire restrained in the tree fashions flowers.Released from bonds,the shameless flame dies in barren ashes.
The sky sets no snare to capture the moon,it is her own freedom which binds her.The light that fills the sky seeks its limit in a dew-drop on the grass.
Wealth is the burden of bigness,Welfare the fulness of being.
The razor-blade is proud of its keenness when is sneers at the sun.
The burrerfly has leisure to love the lotus,not the bee busily storing honey.
Child,thou bringest to my heart the babble of the wind and the water, the flowers’speechess secrets,the clouds’ dreams,the mute gaze of wonder of the morning sky.
The rainbow among the clouds may be great but the little butterfly among the bushes is greater.
The mist weaves her net round the morning,captivates him,and makes him blind.
The Morning Star whispers to Dawn,“Tell me that you are only for me.”
“Yes,”she answers,“And also only for that nameless flower.”
The sky remains infinitely vacant for earth there to build its heaven with dreams.
Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt at being told that it is a fragment awaiting perfection.
Let the evening forgive the mistakes of the day and thus win peace for herself.
Beauty smiles in the confinement of the bud,in the heart of a sweet incompleteness.
Your flitting love lightly brushed with its wings my sun-flower and never asked if it was ready to surrender its honey.
Leaves are silences around flowers which are their words.
The tree bears its thousand years as one large majestic moment.
My offerings are not for the temple at the end of the road,but for the wayside shrines that surprise me at every bend.