ON MY WAY to recovery when I received Nature's earliest friendly greetings, she held before my eyes her precious gift of endless first surprise. And those trees and the blue sky bathed in morning light though ancient and ever-known revealed to me in them creation's everlasting first moment and I felt that this one birth of mine is woven in the web of many births of many changing forms and like the sunlight composed of varied rays every appearance in its unity is blended with countless invisible other ones.
MOTHER, I do want to leave off my lessons now. I have been at my book all the morning. You say it is only twelve o'clock. Suppose it isn't any later; can't you ever think it is afternoon when it is only twelve o'clock? I am easily imagine now that the sun has reached the edge of that rice-field, and the old fisher-woman is gathering herbs for her supper by the side of the pond. I can just shut my eyes and think that the shadows are growing darker under the madar tree, and the water in the pond looks shiny black. If twelve o'clock can come in the night, why can't the night come when it is twelve o'clock.
