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Let my doing nothing when I have nothing to do become untroubled in its depth of peace like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.

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Life has become richer by the love that has been lost.

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Those who have everything but thee, my God, laugh at those who have nothing but thyself.

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The movement of life has its rest in its own music.

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Our names are the light that glows on the sea waves at night and then dies without leaving its signature.

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The same lotus of our clime blooms here in the alien water with the same sweetness, under another name.

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In heart's perspective the distance looms large.

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Do not say, "It is morning," and dismiss it with a mane of yesterday.

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Timid thoughts, do not be afraid of me.

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Thou hast led me through my crowded travels of the day to my evening's loneliness.

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In death we reach the shore and go to our different worlds.

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My heart is homesick today for the one sweet hour across the sea of time.

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How may I sing to thee and worship, O Sun?

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