Stray Birds
(THINGS LOOK phantastic in this dimness)
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THINGS LOOK phantastic in this dimness of the duskthe spires whose bases are lost in the dark and tree tops like blots of ink. I shall wait for the morning and wake up to see thy city in the light.
LEAVE THIS chanting and singing and telling of beads! Whom dost thou worship in this lonely dark corner of a temple with doors all shut? Open thine eyes and see thy God is not before thee! He is there where the tiller is tilling the hard ground and where the path-maker is breaking stones. He is with them in sun and in shower, and his garment is covered with dust. Put off thy holy mantle and even like him come down on the dusty soil! Deliverance? Where is this deliverance to be found? Our master himself has joyfully taken upon him the bonds of creation; he is bound with us all for ever. Come out of thy meditations and leave aside thy flowers and incense! What harm is there if thy clothes become tattered and stained? Meet him and stand by him in toil and in sweat of thy brow.
IF I WERE ONLY a little puppy, not your baby, mother dear, would you say 'No' to me if I tried to eat from your dish? Would you drive me off, saying to me, 'Get away, you naughty little puppy?' Then go, mother, go! I will never come to you when you call me, and never let you feed me any more. If I were only a little green parrot, and not your baby, mother dear, would you keep me chained lest I should fly away? Would you shake your finger at me and say, 'What an ungrateful wretch of a bird! It is gnawing at its chain day and night?' Then, go, mother, go! I will run away into the woods; I will never let you take me in your arms again.