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

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

Leave out my name from the gift if it be a burden, but keep my song.

Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless nights.

My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight.