What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars?
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the
In death the many becomes one; in life the one becomes many.
Religion will be one when God is dead.
The artist is the lover of Nature, therefore he is her slave and her
How far are you from me, O Fruit?
I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.
This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen
in the day.
You are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller
one on its upper side," said the dewdrop to the lake.
The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of
In darkness the One appears as uniform; in the light the One appears