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The birds of prey in summer, They fly to my window and sing, And fly away again.
The yellow leaves of fall, they have nothing to sing, but sigh and fly down there.
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O little band of wanderers of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
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The world has unmasked its vastness to its lover.
It became small, small as a song, small as an eternal kiss.
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It is the tears of the Earth that keep her smile youthful.
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The vast and boundless desert passionately pursued the love of a leaf of green grass, but she shook her head, laughed and flew away.
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If you shed tears when you missed the sun, then you are going to miss the stars too.
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O dancing water, O dancing water, what about the mud and sand on your way, which asks for your song and your flow. Will you be willing to clip the limp sediment and go down?
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Her eager face, like the night rain, stirs my dreams.
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Once we dreamed that we were all unknown.
We woke up, but we knew that we were originally dear to each other.
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Worry calmed down in my heart, as twilight does in the silent forest.
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Some unseen fingers, like lazy fingers, are playing a rumbling music in my heart.
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"The sea, what are you talking about?"
"It is the eternal question."
"O sky, what are the words I answer?"
"It is eternal silence."
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Listen, my heart, to the whispering of the World, which is a sign of His love for you.
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The mystery of creation, like the darkness of the night, is great. And the phantom of knowledge is but as the mist of the morning.
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Don't let your love sit on a crag because the crag is high.
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I was sitting in front of the window this morning, and the world, like a passer-by, stopped for a while, nodded to me, and went on its way.
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These micro* are the rustling sounds of the green leaves; they are in my heart, whispering with pleasure.
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You cannot see your truth; all you see is your shadow.
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O Lord, what foolishness is my desire, which is mixed up in the clamor of Your song.
Let me just listen.
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I cannot choose the best.
It is that best that chooses me.
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Those who carry lamps on their backs, cast their shadows before them.
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I exist as a perpetual miracle of the so-called life.
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"We, the shawning leaves, all have voices to answer that storm, but who are you, silent like that?"
"I am but a flower."
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Rest is attached to work as the eyelids are attached to the eyes.
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Man is a new-born child, and his strength, the strength of growth.
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God wants us to reward him in the flowers he sends us, not in the sun and the earth.
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Light is like a naked child, playing happily among the green leaves, who does not know that man is deceitful.
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O beauty, find thyself in love, and not in the flattery of thy mirrors.
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My heart washed her waves on the shores of the World, and dipped in tears and wrote on it her inscription:
"I love you."
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"What are you waiting for, O Moon?"
"To honor the sun to whom I must give way."
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The green trees grew up to my window as if they were the longing voice of the mute earth.
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God's own mornings are new to Himself.
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Life receives its assets by the demands of the World, and its value by the demands of Love.
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The dry riverbed is not grateful for his past.
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A bird is willing to be a cloud.
The cloud would like to be a bird.
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The waterfall sang, "I'll have a song when I get free."
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I cannot tell why this heart is so silently decrepit.
That little need he never asks, never knows, never remembers.
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Woman, your hands and feet sing as you take care of your house, just as the mountain streams sing as they flow through the little stones.
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The sun, when he crosses the western sea, gives his last salutation to the east.
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Do not blame your food because you have no appetite yourself.
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The group of trees stood on their vertical toes as if to express the wishes of the earth, peering up to the sky.
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You smiled faintly, and said nothing to me, while I felt that for this I had waited long.
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The swimming fish in the water are silent, the beasts on the land are noisy, and the birds in the air sing; but mankind has both the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth, and the music of the air.
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"The world" runs over the strings of the hesitant heart, and plays melancholy music.
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He makes his sword his God.
While his sword triumphed he himself failed.
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God finds himself in creation.
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The Shadow puts on her veil, and secretly, meekly, with her silent steps of love, follows the Light.
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The stars are not afraid to look like fireflies.
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Thank God I am not a wheel of power, but one of the living who are crushed under it.
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The heart is sharp, not broad; it clings to every point, but is not active.
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The fact that your idols are dispersed in the dust by commission proves that the dust of God is greater than your idols.
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Man does not show himself in his history, he struggles to show his head in it.
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The glass lamp chided the tile lamp for calling him a cousin, but when the bright moon came out, the glass lamp smiled gently and called the bright moon - "My dear, dear sister."
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We met and came nearer as the gull meets the wave. The gulls flew away, the waves rolled away, and we parted.
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The day's work was done, and so I was like a boat dragging on the beach, listening quietly to the music of the dancing evening tide.
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Our life is a gift, and the only way we can receive it is to give it.
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When we are greatly humbled, that is when we are nearest to greatness.
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The sparrow saw the peacock burdened with its plumes and tails, and feared for it.
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Never fear the moment - so sang the Eternal Voice.
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The hurricane seeks the shortest way out of no way, and suddenly ends its search in the Land of Nothing.
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Drinking my wine in my own cup, my friend.
As soon as it is poured into someone else's cup, the froth of this wine will disappear.
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The "perfect" adorns itself beautifully for the love of the "imperfect".
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God said to man, "I heal you, so hurt me; I love you, so punish you."
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Thank the flame for giving you light, but do not forget the one who holds the lamp, who is standing stoically in the midst of the darkness yet.
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O grass, your footsteps are small, but you own the ground beneath you.
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The young flower opens its buds and calls out, "O dear world, do not wither."
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God would be disgusted with the great empire, but never with the little flower.
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Error cannot withstand failure, but truth is not afraid of failure.
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The waterfall sang, "Though the thirsty have enough with a little water, I am quick to give all I have."
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Where is the source of that unending burst of ecstatic, great joyous energy that threw those flowers up?
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The woodcutter's axe, asking the tree for the handle.
The tree then gave it to him.
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This lonely twilight, curtained with mist and rain, I feel its sigh in the solitude of my heart.
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Chastity is an asset born from rich love.
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The fog, like love, plays on the heart of the mountain peaks, giving birth to all kinds of beautiful transformations.
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We see the world wrongly, and say against him that he deceives us.
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The wind of the poet is going out through the seas and forests, seeking its own song.
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The sign that comes with the birth of every child says: God is not yet disheartened with man.
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The green grass seeks her earthly companion.
The trees ask for the loneliness of the sky.
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Man builds dikes against himself.
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My friend, the sound of your words floats in my heart like the murmuring voice of the sea, winding between the silent listening pines.
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What is this flame of unseen darkness, with the stars for its sparks?
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Make life as glorious as a summer flower, and death as quiet as an autumn leaf.
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That which wants to be good, knocks at the door, and that which loves man, sees the door open.
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In death the many become one, and in life the one becomes many.
When God dies, religion will become one.
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The artist is the lover of nature, so he is its slave and its master.
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"How far are you from me, O fruit?"
"I am hidden in your heart yet, O flower."
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This longing is for the one who is felt in the darkness of the night but not seen in broad daylight.
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The dewdrop said to the lake, "You, are the big dewdrop under the lotus leaf, and I am the smaller dewdrop above the lotus leaf."
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The sheath protects the sharpness of the knife, and itself is content with its slowness.
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In darkness the One is seen as one, in light the One is seen as many.
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The earth shows herself hospitable by means of green grass.
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The life and death of the green leaf is the rapid rotation of the whirlwind, and its wider circle of rotation is the slow rotation among the stars in the sky.
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Authority says to the world, "I am mine."
The world then imprisoned Authority under her throne.
Love said to the world, "I am yours."
The world then granted love the freedom to come and go within her house.
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The fog seemed to be the wish of the earth.
It hides the sun, and the sun is what she cries out for.
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Be quiet, my heart, these trees are prayers.
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The clamor of the moment mocks the music of eternity.
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I felt the freedom to leave the world when I remembered the many other times that float on the streams of life and love and death, and the forgetfulness of those times.
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The melancholy of my soul is the veil of her bride.
This veil waits to be removed in the night.
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The seal of death gives value to the coin of life; that it may purchase with life that true treasure.
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The white cloud stands humbly in the corner of the sky.
The morning light puts a haze on him.
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Dust is damaged and insulted, but repays with her flowers.
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Just walk on by, and do not linger to pick the flowers to keep them, for along the way they will continue to open.
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The root is the underground branch.
The branch is the root in the air.
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Far gone is the music of summer, soaring through the fall, seeking its old base.
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Do not lend your friend the honors from your own pouch; it defiles him.
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The feeling of the nameless day climbs on my heart, just as the green moss, climbs on the circumference of the old tree.
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The echoes laughed at her original voice to prove that she was original.
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God shames the rich and powerful when he boasts of his special favor from God.
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I cast my own shadow on my path, for I have a bright lamp that is not yet kindled.
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Man goes into the noisy mass in order to drown his own silent cry.
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It is "death" that ends in exhaustion, but "completion" ends in infinity.
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The sun wears a simple garment of light. The white clouds, however, are clothed in a brilliant train.
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The peaks of the mountains, like the clamor of children, raise their arms to catch the stars in the sky.
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The road, though crowded, is lonely, for it is unloved.
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Authority boasts of its wickedness; the yellow leaves that fall and the clouds that float by laugh at it.
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Today the earth hums camply to me in the sunlight, like a woman weaving cloth, humming some ancient song in a language that has been forgotten.
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The green grass is worthy of the great world in which it grows.
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Dreams are a wife who must talk.
Sleep is a husband who suffers in silence.
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Night kisses the passing day and whispers softly in the ear, "I am death, your mother. I am about to give you new life."
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O Night, I feel your beauty now, your beauty as a lovely woman when she puts out her lamp.
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I bring to my world the prosperity that was in those worlds that are gone.
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O dear friend, as I listen to the waves, I have several times felt the silence of your great thoughts on this shore in the deep twilight of twilight.
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The bird thought it an act of charity to hold the fish in the air.
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The night said to the sun, "In the moon you sent me your love letter."
"I have left my tear-spotted reply in the green grass."
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The great man was a born child, and when he died he gave the world his great boyhood.
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It is not the blow of the mallet, but the song and dance of the water, that brings the pebble to perfection.
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The bees sip nectar from the flowers and leave the campsite to give thanks.
The pompous butterfly, on the other hand, believes that the flower should thank him.
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It is easy to get words out if you do not wait to speak the full truth.
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The Possible asked the Impossible:
"Where do you live?"
It replied, "In the dream world of the powerless."
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If and when you shut out all error, Truth is going to be shut out too.
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I hear some things rustling behind the sorrow of my heart - I cannot see them.
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Idle is work when it moves.
The still sea is a wave when it swings.
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Green leaves become flowers when they fall in love.
Flowers become fruits when they worship.
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The root of a tree buried in the ground causes the branches to produce fruit and asks for no reward.
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The wind blew ceaselessly in the rainy twilight.
I look at the swaying branches and miss the greatness of all things.
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The wind and rain of midnight, like a huge child, woke up in the untimely darkness, and began to play, and shout.
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O sea, my lonely bride of the tempest, though thou raise the waves after thy lover, it is of no avail.
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The text said to the work, "I am ashamed of my emptiness."
The work said to the text, "When I see you, I realize how poor I am."
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Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its playful article makes it nothing but change without wealth.
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Truth wears the garment of feeling facts too constrained.
In imagination, however, she turns soothingly.
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While I was traveling here and there, O Way, I grew weary of thee; but now, when thou hast guided me everywhere, I fall in love with thee and marry thee.
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Let me envision a star among the stars that is guiding my life through the unknowable darkness.
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Woman, you have used your beautiful fingers and touched my instruments, and order was born as music.
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A melancholy voice, nesting in the passing water-like years.
It sang to me in the night - "I love you."
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The fire that burns, forbids me to approach him with his blazing flame.
Save me from the embers lurking in the ash.
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I have clusters of stars in the heavens,
but, alas, the little lamps in my house are not lighted.
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The dust of dead letters stains you.
Wash your soul with silence.
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Many gaps are left in life, from which is sent the music of dead melancholy.
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The world has opened its bright heart in the morning.
Come forth, my heart, and bring thy love to meet it.
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My mind shines with these shining green leaves, and my heart sings as it touches this daylight; and my life is happy as it floats in the azure of space, and in the inky black of time, together with all things.
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The great power of God is in the softness of the breeze, not in the storm.
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In the dream, all things were scattered and pressed upon me, but it was but a dream. When I wake up, I shall feel that all these things have been gathered to you, and I shall be free.
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Sunset asked, "Who is there to continue my office?"
The tile lamp said, "I will do it to the best of my ability, my lord."
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When you pick the petals of a flower, you do not get the beauty of the flower.
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Silence holds the voice of speech, just as a bird's nest holds a sleeping bird.
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The greater is not afraid to swim with the lesser.
Those in the center are far away.
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The night opens its flowers secretly, but leaves that day to receive thanks.
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Power considers the suffering of the victim as ingratitude.
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When we take pleasure in our fullness, then we can part with our fruits quite happily.
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The rain kisses the earth and whispers, - "We are your homesick children, Mother, and now return to you from heaven."
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The spider's web seemed to catch the dewdrops, but caught the flies.
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O Love, when you came with the lighted lamp of pain in your hand, I was able to see your face and was happy with you.
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The firefly said to the star in the sky, "The scholars say that your light will one day be destroyed."
The star in the sky did not answer him.
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In the shimmering light of dusk, there came that morning bird to my silent nest.
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Thoughts swept over my heart like a flock of wild ducks over the sky.
I hear them drumming their wings.
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The Ditch Witch always likes to think that the river exists specifically to supply its flow.
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The world kisses me with its pain, and asks for song as payment.
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Is it my soul that oppresses me that wants to go out, or is it the soul of the world that knocks at the door of my heart and wants to come in?
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The mind grows by feeding itself with its own words.
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I gently dipped the bowl of my heart into this silent moment; it was filled with love.
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Or you are doing the work, or you are not.
When you have to say, "Let's do something!" Then it's time to start fooling around.
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The sunflower is ashamed to think of the nameless flower as her compatriot.
The sun came up, smiled at it, and said, "How are you, my dear?"
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"Who pushes me forward like fate?"
"It was myself, striding along behind me."
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The clouds pour water into the river's goblet, and they hide themselves among the distant mountains.
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I went all the way and leaked water from my water bottle.
Only a very, very little water was left for my family.
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The water in the cup was glorious; the water in the sea was black.
The small reason can be said clearly in words; the great reason is only silence.
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Your smile is the flower of your own field, and your talk is the soughing of the pines on your own hill, but your heart, O your heart, is that woman, the woman we all know.
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I leave the little gifts to those I love - the big ones to everything.
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O Woman, you encompass the heart of the world with the depth of your tears, as the sea encompasses the earth.
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The sun greets me with a smile.
The rain, its sullen sister, talks to my heart.
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The flower between my books, falls its forgotten petals.
In the twilight, this flower ripens into a golden fruit of memory.
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I, like that night road, am listening quietly to the footsteps of memory.
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The twilight sky, to me, looks like a window, a lamp, a waiting behind the lamp.
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Those who are too busy to do good, on the contrary, find no time to do good.
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I am the autumn cloud, empty of rain, but seen in the ripening rice fields, I am full.
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They envy, they maim, and men praise them instead.
Yet God was ashamed, and hastened to bury his memory beneath the green grass.
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The toes are the fingers that shed their past.
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Darkness travels to light, but the blind travels to death.
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The little dog suspects that the great universe conspires to usurp its place.
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Sit still, my heart, and do not raise your dust.
Let the world find its own way to you.
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The bow whispers to the arrow before it is to be shot-"Your freedom is mine."
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Woman, in your laughter there is the music of the fountain of life.
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The heart that is all reason is just like a knife that is all sharp edges.
It calls for blood on the hands of those who use it.
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God loves the lights of earth more than his own great star.
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This world is a stormy world tamed by the music of beauty.
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The cloud in the sunset said to the sun, "My heart is like a treasure chest of gold after your kiss."
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To touch, you may kill; away, you may possess.
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The chirping of the crickets, the pattering of the night rain, came to my ears from the darkness, as if my departed boyhood had rustled into my dreams.
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The flower called out to the dawning sky, which had lost all its stars, "I have lost all my dew."
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The burning block of wood, blazing with fire, called out - "This is my flower, my death."
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The wasp is too small for the neighboring wasp's nest of stored honey.
Its neighbor told it to build a smaller one.
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The riverbank said to the river, "I cannot keep your waves."
"Let me keep your footprints in my heart."
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The day drowned the silence of the whole universe with the clamor of this little earth.
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Songs feel infinite in the air, pictures feel infinite on the earth, and poems, both in the air and on the earth;
for the words of poems contain meanings that can walk and music that can fly.
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When the sun sets in the west, its morning east is already standing silently before it.
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Let me not wrongly place myself in my world and turn it against me.
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Honor shames me because I secretly beg it.
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When I have nothing to do, let me do nothing, and sink unmolested into the depths of quiet, as the twilight on the seashore when the sea is silent.
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Your purity, O maiden, like the turquoise of the lake, shows the depth of your truth.
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The best things do not come alone.
He accompanies all that comes with it.
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God's right hand is loving, but His left hand is terrible.
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My evening color comes from the strange trees, and it speaks in a language that my dawn stars do not know.
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The darkness of night is a pocket, full of pockets that emit the golden light of dawn.
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Our desire to lend the colors of the rainbow to a life that is nothing but clouds.
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God waits to win back as a gift his own flower from the hand of man.
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My cares haunt me to ask me their own names.
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The business of fruits is honorable, the business of flowers is sweet, but let me do the business of leaves, which are humbly devoted to the green shade.
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My heart is turned toward the winds of the appendage, and I have spread my sails to go to the island of shade wherever it may be.
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The dictators are fierce, but the people are kind.
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Take me for thy cup, and let me be filled with water for thy sake, and also for the sake of thy people.
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The raging storm is like the cry of the heavenly god who is in agony because his love has been rejected by the earth.
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The world does not crack, for death is not a gap.
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Life is richer because it gives love.
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My friend, your great heart shines with the light of the rising sun in the east, as a snowy lonely peak in the dawn.
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The flowing fountain of death makes the stopping waters of life leap.
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Those who have everything without You, my God, are mocking those who have nothing else but You.
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The movement of life finds its rest in its own music.
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Kicking one's feet only raises dust from the ground and does not yield a harvest.
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Our name is the light that goes out on the waves of the sea at night, and dies out without leaving a trace.
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Let him who looks at the rose with open eyes see its thorns.
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Gold is tied to the wings of a bird, and the bird can never soar in the sky again.
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The lotus of our place bloomed again on the strange water here, putting out the same fragrance, only the name was changed.
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In the vista of the heart, the distance that separates them seems wider.
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The moon shines her light all over the heavens, but keeps her dark spots for herself.
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Don't say, "It is morning." Don't dismiss it with the term "yesterday".
Think of it as a newborn child you're seeing for the first time who doesn't have a name yet.
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The smoke boasts of the sky, the ashes boast of the earth, and both think they are brothers of fire.
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Rain whispers to Jasmine, "Keep me in your heart forever."
Jasmine sighed and fell to the ground.
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O shy and timid thought, do not fear me.
I am a poet.
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My heart seems to be filled with the chirping of crickets in the hazy silence - that gray, dimly lit song.
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O firecracker, thou hast followed thyself back to earth with thy contempt for the stars.