THE WORLD rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.

THE MIGHTY desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shake her head and laughs and flies away.

I LIVED ON THE shady side of the road and watched my neighbours' gardens across the way revelling in the sunshine.
I felt I was poor, and from door to door went with my hunger.
The more they gave me from their careless abundance the more I became aware of my beggar's bowl.
Till one morning I awoke from my sleep at the sudden opening of my door, and you came and asked for alms.
In despair I broke the lid of my chest open and was startled into finding my own wealth.