We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
Man barricades against himself.
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
I think of other ages that floated upon the stream of life and love and death and
are forgotten, and I feel thefreedom of passing away.
Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on,for flowers
will keep themselves blooming all your way.
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.I hear the voice of their wings.
Who drives me forward like fate?The Myself striding on my back.
Our desire lends the colours of the rainbow to the mere mists and vapours of life.
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves
of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her
head and laughs and flies away.
The sands in you way beg for your song and your movement,dancing water.Will you
carry the burden of their lameness?
Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.