Two such as you with such a master speed,Cannot be parted nor be swept away.

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height. In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.

The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day.

Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt at being told that it is a fragment awaiting perfection.

Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.