The trees, like the longings of the earth, stand atiptoe to peep
at the heaven.
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this
I had been waiting long.
The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy,
the bird in the air is singing.
But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and
the music of the air.
The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making
the music of sadness.
He has made his weapons his gods.
When his weapons win he is defeated himself.
God finds himself by creating.
Shadow, with her veil drawn, follows Light in secret meekness,
with her silent steps of love.
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.
The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move.