Those who have everything but thee, my God, laugh at those who have
nothing but thyself.
The movement of life has its rest in its own music
Kicks only raise dust and not crops from the earth.
Our names are the light that glows on the sea waves at night and
then dies without leaving its signature
Let him only see the thorns who has eyes to see the rose.
Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in the sky.
The same lotus of our clime blooms here in the alien water with
the same sweetness, under another name.
In heart's perspective the distance looms large
The moon has her light all over the sky, her dark spots to herself.
Do not say, "It is morning," and dismiss it with a mane of yesterday.
See it for the first time as a new-born child that has no name.