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我覺得很有意思 擷取起來 不知道有沒有犯罪 但是我想要記錄下來
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is higt.
These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves;they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me.
Man is a born child, His power is the power of growth.
Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.
The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.
Man does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it.
Never be afraid of the moments-thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
The grass seeks her crowd in the earth.
The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.
Man barricades against himself.
In darkness the One appears as uniform;in the light the One appears as manifold.
Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life;
making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.
The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky.The morning crowned it with splendour.
The road is lonely in its crowd, for it is not loved.
The grass-blade is worthy of the great world where it grows.
The world has opened its heart of light in the morning
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
When we rejoice in our fullness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
He who is too busy doing good fins no time to be good.
By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.
Let me not put myself wrongly to my world and set it against me.
Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.
The best does not come alone. It comes with the company of the all.
Night's darkness is a bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.
Men are cruel, but Man is kind.
The world does not leak because death is not a crack.
Life has become richer by the love that has been lost.
The moon has her light all over the sky, her dark spots to herself.
The stream of truth flows through its channels of mistakes.
Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.
The eyes are not proud of their sight but of their eyeglasses
Icome to your shore as a stranger,
I lived in your house as a guest,
I leave your door as a friend, my earth.
Thou crossest desert lands of barren years to rech the moment of fulfilment.
Thou wilt find, Eternal Traveller, marks of thy footsteps across my songs.
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Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is higt.
These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves;they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me.
Man is a born child, His power is the power of growth.
Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.
The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.
Man does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it.
Never be afraid of the moments-thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
The grass seeks her crowd in the earth.
The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.
Man barricades against himself.
In darkness the One appears as uniform;in the light the One appears as manifold.
Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life;
making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.
The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky.The morning crowned it with splendour.
The road is lonely in its crowd, for it is not loved.
The grass-blade is worthy of the great world where it grows.
The world has opened its heart of light in the morning
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
When we rejoice in our fullness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
He who is too busy doing good fins no time to be good.
By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.
Let me not put myself wrongly to my world and set it against me.
Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.
The best does not come alone. It comes with the company of the all.
Night's darkness is a bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.
Men are cruel, but Man is kind.
The world does not leak because death is not a crack.
Life has become richer by the love that has been lost.
The moon has her light all over the sky, her dark spots to herself.
The stream of truth flows through its channels of mistakes.
Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.
The eyes are not proud of their sight but of their eyeglasses
Icome to your shore as a stranger,
I lived in your house as a guest,
I leave your door as a friend, my earth.
Thou crossest desert lands of barren years to rech the moment of fulfilment.
Thou wilt find, Eternal Traveller, marks of thy footsteps across my songs.
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