Stray birds 飞鸟集(11-20)

Stray birds 飞鸟集(11-20)

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LISTEN,

my heart,

to the whispers of the world

with which it makes love to you.

I SIT at my window this morning

where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment,

nods to me and goes.

I CANNOT choose the best.

The best chooses me.

THE mystery of creation

is like the darkness of night--

it is great.

Delusions of knowledge are like

the fog of the morning.

'WHAT language is thine, O sea?'

'The language of eternal question.'

'What language is thy answer, O sky? '

'The language of eternal silence.'

MY wishes are fools, they shout across thy songs, my Master.

Let me but listen.

SOME unseen fingers, like idle breeze,

are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.

THESE little thoughts are the rustle of leaves;

they have their whisper of

joy in my mind.

WHAT you are you do not see,

what you see is your shadow.

DO not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.


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