THE NIGHT is upon me.
My desires that wandered all day have come back to my heart like
the murmur of the sea in the still evening air.
One lonely lamp is burning in my house in the dark.
The silence is in my blood.
I shut my eyes and see in my heart the beauty that is beyond all forms.

I CANNOT remember my mother,
only sometime in the midst of my play
a tune seems to hover over my playthings,
the tune of some song that she used to hum while rocking my cradle.
I cannot remember my mother,
but when in the early autumn morning
the smell of the shiuli flowers floats in the air,
the scent of the morning service in the temple comes to me as the
scent of my mother.
I cannot remember my mother,
only when from my bedroom window I send my eyes into the blue of
the distant sky,
I feel that the stillness of my mother's gaze on my face
has spread all over the sky.

THE FISH IN the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing,
But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the
earth and the music of the air.