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Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark, has begun to play and shout.
This rainy evening the wind is restless. I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of all things.
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.
The leaf becomes flower when it loves. The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
Leisure in its activity is work. The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,--I cannot see them.
Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave. The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.
Not hammerstrokes, but dance of the water sings the pebbles into perfection.
The Great is a born child; when he dies he gives his great childhood to the world.
"In the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me," said the night to the sun. "I leave my answers in tears upon the grass."