O troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
“We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent?”
“I am a mere flower.”
The bird wishes it were a cloud. The cloud wishes it were a bird.
Do not blame your food because you have no appetite.
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
I thank thee that I am none of the wheels of power but I am one with the living creatures that are crushed by it.
While the glass lamp rebukes the earthen for calling it cousin, the moon rises, and the glass lamp, with a bland smile, calls her, “My dear, dear sister.”
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.
Thank the flame for its light, but do not forget the lampholder standing in the shade with constancy of patience.
Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can.
The woodcutter’ s axe begged for its handle from the tree. The tree gave it.
Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound of the sea among these listening pines.
“How far are you from me, O Fruit?”
“I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.”
Do not insult your friend by lending him merits from your own pocket.
The bird thinks it is an act of kindness to give the fish a lift in the air.
To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.
If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.
“The learned say that your lights will one day be no more,” said the firefly to the stars. The stars made no answer.
It is the little things that I leave behind for my loved ones— great things are for everyone.
Woman, in your laughter you have the music of the fountain of life.
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.
The day, with the noise of this little earth, drowns the silence of all worlds.
Let my doing nothing when I have nothing to do become untroubled in its depth of peace like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.
Our desire lends the colors of the rainbow to the mere mists and vapors of life.
The service of the fruit is precious, the service of the flower is sweet, but let my service be the service of the leaves in its shade of humble devotion.
Set the bird’ s wings with gold and it will never again soar in the sky.
“How may I sing to thee and worship, O Sun?” asked the little flower.
“By the simple silence of thy purity,” answered the sun.
Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.
I live in this little world of mine and am afraid to make it the least less. Lift me into thy world and let me have the freedom gladly to lose my all.
The false can never grow into truth by growing in power.
One word keep for me in thy silence, O World, when I am dead, “I have loved.”
Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.