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Make me thy cup and let my fulness be for thee and for thine.

221
The storm is like the cry of some god in pain whose love the earth refuses.

222
The world does not leak because death is not a crack.

223
Life has become richer by the love that has been lost.

224
My friend, your great heart shone with the sunrise of the East
like the snowy summit of a lonely hill in the dawn.

225
The fountain of death makes the still water of life play.

226
Those who have everything but thee, my God, laugh at those who
have nothing but thyself.

227
The movement of life has its rest in its own music.

228
Kicks only raise dust and not crops from the earth.

229
Our names are the light that glows on the sea waves at night and
then dies without leaving its signature.

230
Let him only see the thorns who has eyes to see the rose.

231
Set bird’s wings with gold and it will never again soar in the sky.

232
The same lotus of our clime blooms here in the alien water with the same sweetness, under another name.

233
In heart’s perspective the distance looms large.

234
The moon has her light all over the sky, her dark spots to
herself.

235
Do not say, “It is morning,” and dismiss it with a name of
yesterday. See it for the first time as a new-born child that has no name.

236
Smoke boasts to the sky, and Ashes to the earth, that they are brothers to the fire.

237
The raindrop whispered to the jasmine, “Keep me in your heart for ever.”

The jasmine sighed, “Alas,” and dropped to the ground.

238
Timid thoughts, do not be afraid of me.
I am a poet.

239
The dim silence of my mind seems filled with crickets’ chirp–the grey twilight of sound.

240
Rockets, your insult to the stars follows yourself back to the earth.

241
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.

242
This life is the crossing of a sea, where we meet in the same narrow ship.
In death we reach the shore and go to our different worlds.

243
The stream of truth flows through its channels of mistakes.

244
My heart is homesick to-day for the one sweet hour across the sea of time.

245
The bird-song is the echo of the morning light back from the earth.

246
“Are you too proud to kiss me?” the morning light asks the buttercup.

247
“How may I sing to thee and worship, O Sun?” asked the little flower.

“By the simple silence of thy purity,” answered the sun.

248
Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.

249
Dark clouds become heaven’s flowers when kissed by light.

250
Let not the sword-blade mock its handle for being blunt.

251
The night’s silence, like a deep lamp, is burning with the light of its milky way.

252
Around the sunny island of Life swells day and night death’s limitless song of the sea.

253
Is not this mountain like a flower, with its petals of hills, drinking the sunlight?

254
The real with its meaning read wrong and emphasis misplaced is the unreal.

255
Find your beauty, my heart, from the world’s movement, like the boat that has the grace of the wind and the water.

256
The eyes are not proud of their sight but of their eyeglasses.

257
I live in this little world of mine and am afraid to make it the least less. Lift me into thy world and let me have the freedom gladly to lose my all.