The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
The hurricane seeks the shortest road by the no-road, and suddenly ends
its search in the Nowhere.
Take my wine in my own cup, friend.
It loses its wreath of foam when poured into that of others.
The perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect.
God says to man, "I heal you therefore I hurt, love you therefore punish."
Thank the flame for its light, but do not forget the lampholder
standing in the shade with constancy of patience.
Tiny grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under
your tread.
The infant flower opens its bud and cries, "Dear World, please do not
fade."