Stray Birds

By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

CHASTITY is a wealth that comes from abundance of love. 74

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

Death belongs to life as birth does
The walk is in the raising of the
foot as in the laying of it down

Do not blame your food because you have no appetite.

God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.

Her wistful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.

I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence. It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.

I have lost my dewdrop", cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars

I have my stars in the sky, but oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.

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

Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.

MAIDEN, your simplicity, like the blueness of the lake, reveals your depth of truth.

My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

Power said to the world,
"You are mine."
The world kept it prisoner on her throne.
Love said to the world, "I am thine."
The world gave it the freedom of her house.

Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.

The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.

The little flower lies in the dust. It sought the path of the butterfly.

THE mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.

THE mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move.

The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.

The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.

The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.

The world has kissed my Soul with its pain, asking for its return in Songs.

The world loved man when he smiled. The world became afraid of him when he laughed.

WE come nearest to the great when we are great in humility. 58

We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.

What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.