THE OVERFLOWING bounty of thy grace comes down from the heaven to seek my soul only, wherein it can contain itself. The light that is rained from the sun and stars is fulfilled when it reaches my life. The colour is like sleep that clings, to the flower which waits for the touch of my mind to be awakened. The low that tunes the strings of existence breaks out in music when my heart is won.
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.
