I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me.
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gate open.
“In the moon thou send thy love letters to me, ” said the night to the sun, “I leave my answers in tears upon the grass.”
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight. In fiction she moves with ease.
When I travelled to here and to there, I was tired of
thee,O road,but now when thou lead me to everywhere,
I am wedded to thee in love.
Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
“The learned say that your lights will one day be no more.” said the firefly to the stars.
The stars made no answer.
The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return in songs.
That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open, or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for its entrance?
Either you have work or you have not.
When you have to say, "Let us do something", then
begins mischief.
Darkness travels towards light, but blindness towards
death.
The bow whispers to the arrow before it speeds forth—“Your freedom is mine. ”
“I cannot keep your waves, ”says the bank to the river, “Let me keep your footprints in my heart.”
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.
The best does not come alone.
It comes with the company the all.
Life has become richer by the love that has been lost.
Set the bird' s wings with gold and it will never again soar in the sky.
Do not say, “It is morning”, and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name.
The stream of truth flows through its channels of mistakes.
Dark cloudsbecome heaven' s flowers when kissed by light.
Find your beauty, my heart, from the world' s movement, like the boat that has the grace of the wind and the water.
We live in this world when we love it.
While I was passing with the crowd in the road, I saw thy smile from the balcony and I sang and forgot all noise.
Put out the lamp when thou wishest. I shall know thy darkness and shall love it.
Thy sunshine smiles upon the winter days of my heart, never doubting of its spring flowers.