Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
My thoughts shimmer with these shimmering leaves and my heart sings
with the touch of this sunlight; my life is glad to be floating with
all things into the blue of space, into the dark of time.
God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in thestorm.
This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.
I shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.
Who is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.
By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.