Stray Birds

THE grass-blade is worth of the great world where it grows.

"HOW may I sing to thee and worship, O Sun?" asked the little flower. "By the simple silence of thy purity," ...

THINGS look phantastic in this dimness of the dusk - the spires whose bases are lost in the dark and tree tops like blots of ink....

WHEN I stand before thee at the day's end thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.

SWEETNESS of thy name fills my heart when I forget mine - like thy morning sun when the mist is melted.

THEY light their own lamps and sing their own words in their temples. But the birds sing thy name in thine own morning light, - fo...

I HAVE learnt the simple meaning of thy whispers in flowers and sunshine - teach me to know thy words in pain and death.

I DO not ask thee into the house. Come into my infinite loneliness, my Lover.

I AM in the world of the roads. The night comes. Open thy gate, thou world of the home.

THY sunshine smiles upon the winter days of my heart, never doubting of its spring flowers.

CHEERLESS is the day, the light under frowning clouds is like a punished child with traces of tears on its pale cheeks, and t...

DREAM is a wife who must talk. Sleep is a husband who silently suffers.

I FEEL, thy beauty, dark night, like that of the loved woman when she has put out the lamp.

THE raindrops kissed the earth and whispered: "We are thy homesick children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven."

"I CANNOT keep your waves," says the bank to the river. "Let me keep your footprints in my heart."

THE cobweb pretends to catch dew-drops and catches flies.

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.

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

THE hills are like shouts of children who raise their arms, trying to catch stars.

THE sun has his simple robe of light. The clouds are decked with gorgeousness.

THE night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear, "I am death, your mother. I am to give you fresh birth."

"IN the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me," said the night to the sun. "I leave my answers in tear...

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 si...

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 wa...

WHEN I travelled to here and to there, I was tired of thee, O Road, but now when thou leadest me to everywhere I am wedded to thee in love....