Reading section 4

164 In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to the nest of my silence.

165 Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of ducks in the sky. I hear the voice of their wings.

166 The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.

167 The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return in songs.

168 That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open, or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for its entrance?

169 Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

170 I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has filled with love.

171 Either you have work or you have not. When you have to say, "Let us do something," then begins mischief.

172 The sunflower blushed to own the nameless flower as her kin. The sun rose and smiled on it, saying, "Are you well, my darling?"

173 "Who drives me forward like fate?"

"The Myself striding on my back."

174 The clouds fill the watercups of the river, hiding themselves in the distant hills.

175 I spill water from my water jar as I walk on my way, Very little remains for my home.

176 The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark. The small truth has words that are clear; the great truth has great silence.

177 Your smile was the flowers of your own fields, your talk was the rustle of your own mountain pines, but your heart was the woman that we all know.

178 It is the little things that I leave behind for my loved ones,-- great things are for everyone.

179 Woman, thou hast encircled the world's heart with the depth of thy tears as the sea has the earth.

180 The sunshine greets me with a smile. The rain, his sad sister, talks to my heart.

181 My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten. In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.

182 I am like the road in the night listening to the footfalls of its memories in silence.

183 The evening sky to me is like a window, and a lighted lamp, and a waiting behind it.

184 He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.

185 I am the autumn cloud, empty of rain, see my fulness in the field of ripened rice.

186 They hated and killed and men praised them. But God in shame hastens to hide its memory under the green grass.

187 Toes are the fingers that have forsaken their past.

188 Darkness travels towards light, but blindness towards death.

189 The pet dog suspects the universe for scheming to take its place.

190 Sit still my heart, do not raise your dust. Let the world find its way to you.

191 The bow whispers to the arrow before it speeds forth--"Your freedom is mine."

192 Woman, in your laughter you have the music of the fountain of life.

193 A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.

194 God loves man's lamp lights better than his own great stars.

195 This world is the world of wild storms kept tame with the music of beauty.

196 "My heart is like the golden casket of thy kiss," said the sunset cloud to the sun.

197 By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.

198 The cricket's chirp and the patter of rain come to me through the dark, like the rustle of dreams from my past youth.

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

200 The burning log bursts in flame and cries,--"This is my flower, my death."

201 The wasp thinks that the honey-hive of the neighbouring bees is too small. His neighbours ask him to build one still smaller.

202 "I cannot keep your waves," says the bank to the river.

"Let me keep your footprints in my heart."

203 The day, with the noise of this little earth, drowns the silence of all worlds.

204 The song feels the infinite in the air, the picture in the earth, the poem in the air and the earth; For its words have meaning that walks and music that soars.

205 When the sun goes down to the West, the East of his morning stands before him in silence.

206 Let me not put myself wrongly to my world and set it against me.

207 Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.

208 Let my doing nothing when I have nothing to do become untroubled in its depth of peace like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.

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

210 The best does not come alone. It comes with the company of the all.

211 God's right hand is gentle, but terrible is his left hand.

212 My evening came among the alien trees and spoke in a language which my morning stars did not know.

213 Night's darkness is a bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.

214 Our desire lends the colours of the rainbow to the mere mists and vapours of life.

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

216 My sad thoughts tease me asking me their own names.

217 The service of the fruit is precious, the service of the flower is sweet, but let my service be the service of the leaves in its shade of humble devotion.

218 My heart has spread its sails to the idle winds for the shadowy island of Anywhere.

219 Men are cruel, but Man is kind.

220 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.