The infant flower opens its bud and cries, “Dear World, please do not
fade.“

“I give my whole water in joy,“ sings the waterfall, though little of it is enough for
the thirsty.

The woodcutter“s axe begged for its handle from the tree.
The tree gave it.

We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.

Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.

The grass seeks her crowd in the earth.
The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.

In death the many becomes one; in life the one becomes many.
Religion will be one when God is dead.

名人贴混脸熟

In darkness the One appears as uniform; in the light the One appears as manifold.

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名人帖混脸熟

I cast my own shadow upon my path, because I have a lamp that has not
been lighted.