Her wistful face haunts my dreams
like the rain at night.
Once we dreamt we were
We wake up to find that we were
dear to each other.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in
my heart like the evening among the
Some unseen fingers, like an idle
breeze, are playing upon my heart the
music of the ripples.
“What language is thine,O sea?”
“The language of eternal question.”
“What language is thy answer,O sky?”
“The language of eternal silence.”
The mystery of creation is like the
darkness of night___it is great.
Delusions of knowledge are like the fog
of the morning.
Do not seat your love upon a
precipice because it is high.