I am forever hese shores,
Bet the foam,
tide -prints,
And the foam.
But the shore will remain
Forever.
Once I filled my .
t and lo, t was a worm.
And I closed and opened my here was a bird.
And again I closed and opened my s ood a man urned upward.
And again I closed my t but mist.
But I ness.
It yesterday I t myself a fragment quivering rhe sphere of life.
No I am ts moves hin me.
to me in t;You and t a grain of sand upon te se sea.quot;
And in my dream I say to t;I am te sea, and all grains of sand upon my s;
Only once e. It was w;;
t t of God was an angel.
t word of God was a man.
e tering, ures a t gave us words.
Noerdays?
t;A grain of sand is a desert, and a desert is a grain of sand; and no us all be silent again.quot;
I I did not understand.
Long did I lie in t of Egypt, silent and unahe seasons.
the Nile,
Singing s.
And no t I may lie again in t of Egypt.
But behold a marvel and a riddle!
t gat scatter me.
Still erect am I, and sure of foot do I he Nile.
Remembrance is a form of meeting.
Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.
e measure time according to t of countless suns; and time by little mactle pockets.
Noell me, at time?
Space is not space beto one whe Milky ay.
y is a river of ligernity to eternity.
Do not ts wher envy man his pain?
On my o ty I met anot;Is to ty?quot;
And ;Follow me, and you will reacy in a day and a nig;
And I follo reacy.
And o my surprise h me because he had misled me.
Make me, o my prey.
One may not reac.
My o me, quot;Do not leave me, for .quot;
And to me, quot;Come and folloure.quot;
And I say to bot;I , nor ure. If I stay aying; and if I go taying in my going. Only love and deat;
ice of life, iful trange, tain pleasures is a part of my pain.
Seven times have I despised my soul:
t time tain .
time whe crippled.
time he easy.
time ed ot wrong.
time ed ience to strength.
time it was one of her own masks.
And time ue.
I am ignorant of absolute trut I am herein lies my honour and my reward.
tion and mans attainment t may only be traversed by his longing.
Paradise is t door, in t room; but I the key.
Per.
You are blind and I am deaf and dumb, so let us toucand.
t in ains, but rat o attain.
Some of us are like ink and some like paper.
And if it for the blackness of some of us, some of us would be dumb;
And if it for teness of some of us, some of us would be blind.
Give me an ear and I will give you a voice.
Our mind is a sponge; our is a stream.
Is it not strange t most of us chan running?
you may not name, and grooer self.
expression of it the very wine.
You drink you may be intoxicated; and I drink t it may sober me from t other wine.
y I resign myself to its emptiness; but s half-fullness.
ty of t in in o you.
tand en not to o w say.
I say is meaningless; but I say it so t ther half may reach you.
A sense of ion.
My loneliness ive faults and blamed my silent virtues.
find a singer to sing so speak her mind.
A truto be knoo be uttered sometimes.
t; talkative.
t reac let us talk t feel lonely.
alk thing; when one woman speaks she reveals all of life.
Frogs may bello t drag t turn t make shoes.
Only talkative.
If er s;Spring is in my ,quot; wer?
Every seed is a longing.
Should you really open your eyes and see, you would behold your image in all images.
And sen, you would hear your own voice in all voices.
It takes to discover truto utter it and one to understand it.
t our dept.
Many a doctrine is like a rut but it divides us from truth.
No us play it be difficult to find you. But s o seek you. A woman may veil h a smile.
ws.
and a genius, or solve tery of silence is tiful dream to sit at a breakfast table.
I stand still to che procession passing by.
You oo or serve him.
Nay, towers of our bones?
Let us not be particular and sectional. ts mind and tail rise in glory from th.
Every dragon gives birto a St. George w.
trees are poems t tes upon turn to paper t iness.
So e (and only ts kno of being artless, and the magic of loving your readers.
ts and they are inspired.
Sree e its autobiograp be unlike tory of a race.
If I o cing a poem and tasy of a poem unten, I is better poetry.
But you and all my neig I always choose badly.
Poetry is not an opinion expressed. It is a song t rises from a bleeding h.
ords are timeless. You ster te timelessness.
A poet is a detting among trying to fas of the ashes.
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and ionary.
In vain s seek t.
Once I said to a poet, quot;e s knoil you die.quot;
And ;Yes, deat is t I tongue, and more in my desire t;
If you sing of beauty t of t you will have an audience.
Poetry is encs t.
isdom is poetry t sings in the mind.
If time sing in his mind,
truthe shadow of God.
Inspiration ion will never explain.
e often sing lullabies to our c we ourselves may sleep.
All our crumbs t fall do of the mind.
tumbling stone to poetry.
A great singer is he who sings our silences.
h food?
is filled h gold?
tingale pierces horn when he sings his love song.
So do we all. how else should we sing?
Genius is but a robins song at the beginning of a slow spring.
Even t cannot escape py.
A madman is not less a musician trument on of tune.
t lies silent in t of a mothe lips of her child.
No longing remains unfulfilled.
I rutter seems to lie between us.
Your ot your other self grows on sorrow; so all is well.
truggle of soul and body save in t of tune.
of life you sy in all t are blind to beauty.
e live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of ing.
Soo t will bring you your beloved.
the very day you were born.
No o go to meet an angel.
Many a .
If you not claim.
oucouc of eternity.
Love is tween lover and lover.
Every man loves tion of ion, and t yet born.
Men tle faults virtues.
Love t does not reneself every day becomes a and in turn a slavery.
Lovers embrace t her.
Love and doubt erms.
Love is a en by a , upon a page of light.
Friends responsibility, never an opportunity.
If you do not understand your friend under all conditions you and him.
Your most radiant garment is of ther persons weaving;
You most savoury meal is t table;
Your most comfortable bed is in ther persons house.
Noell me, e yourself from ther person?
Your mind and my il your mind ceases to live in numbers and my in t.
e sand one anotil o seven words.
be unsealed unless it be broken?
Only great sorro joy can reveal your truth.
If you eithe sun, or carry your cross.
Sure entment no river er urn to Spring. S, his air?
You see but your surn your back to the sun.
You are free before tars of t;
And you are free war.
You are even free where is.
But you are a slave to him whom you love because you love him,
And a slave to him who loves you because he loves you.
e are all beggars at te of temple, and eacy of ters temple, and w.
But tling the King.
You cannot consume beyond your appetite. to ttle bread for t.
If it for your guests all houses would be graves.
Said a gracious o a simple s;ill you not ?quot;
And t;e your in your stomac;
I stopped my guest on t;Nay, your feet as you enter, but as you go out.quot;
Generosity is not in giving me t is in giving me t whan I do.
You are indeed cable you may not see the receiver.
t man and t is but a day of .
e often borroomorroo pay our debts to our yesterdays.
I too am visited by angels and devils, but I get rid of them.
is an angel I pray an old prayer, and he is bored;
is a devil I commit an old sin, and he passes me by.
After all t a bad prison; but I do not like t prisoners cell;
Yet I assure you t I do not he prison.
t s to give. It is ty on t.
trickery succeeds sometimes, but it als suicide.
You are truly a forgiver er no falsehood.
wouc of God.
If your is a volcano floo bloom in your hands?