What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars?
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gate open.
In death the many becomes one; in life the one becomes many.
Religion will be one when God is dead.
The artist is the lover of Nature, therefore he is her slave and her master.
How far are you from me, O Fruit?
I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.
This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen in the day.
You are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side, said the dewdrop to the lake.
The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the sword.
In darkness the One appears as uniform; in the light the One appears as manifold.
The great earth makes herself hospitable with the help of the grass.
The birth and death of the leaves are the rapid whirls of the eddy whose wider circles move slowly among stars.
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.
The mist is like the earth's desire.
It hides the sun for whom she cries.
Be still, my heart, these great trees are prayers.