THE CRICKET'S chirp and the patter of rain come to me through the dark, like the rustle of dreams from my past youth.

THIS RAINY evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of all things.

LIGHT, MY light, the world-filling light, the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light!
Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the centre of my life; the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love; the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.
The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light
The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling, and it scatters gems in profusion.
Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling, and gladness without measure. The heaven's river has drowned its banks and the flood of joy is abroad.