SAND AND FOAM(third part)

SAND AND FOAM(third part)

Yes, there is a Nirvana; it is in leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem.

We choose our joys and our sorrows long before we experiehem.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

Wheher your joy or your sorrow bees great the world bees small.

Desire is half of life; indifference is half of death.

The bitterest thing in our todays sorrow is the memory of our yesterdays joy.

They say to me, "You must needs choose between the pleasures of this world and the peace of the world."

And I say to them, "I have chosen both the delights of this world and the peace of the . For I know in my heart that the Supreme Poet wrote but one poem, and it ss perfectly, and it also rhymes perfectly."

Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the caravan of thinking.

When you reach your height you shall desire but only for desire; and you shall hunger, for hunger; and you shall thirst freater thirst.

If you reveal your secrets to the wind you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.

The flowers of spring are winters dreams related at the breakfast table of the angels.

Said a skunk to a tube-rose, "See how swiftly I run, while you ot walk nor even creep."

Said the tube-rose to the skunk, "Oh, most noble swift runner, please run swiftly!"

Turtles tell more about roads than hares.

Strahat creatures without baes have the hardest shells.

The most talkative is the least intelligent, and there is hardly a differeween an orator and an aueer.

Be grateful that you do not have to live down the renown of a father nor the wealth of an uncle.

But above all be grateful that no one will have to live dowher your renown or your wealth.

Only when a juggler misses catg his ball does he appeal to me.

The envious praises me unknowingly.

Long were you a dream in your mothers sleep, and then she woke to give you birth.

The germ of the race is in your mothers longing.

My father and mother desired a child and they begot me.

And I wanted a mother and a father and I begot night and the sea.

Some of our children are our justifications and some are but rets.

When night es and you too are dark, lie down and be dark with a will.

And when m es and you are still dark stand up and say to the day with a will, "I am still dark."

It is stupid to play a role with the night and the day.

They would both laugh at you.

The mountain veiled in mist is not a hill; an oak tree in the rain is not a weeping willow.

Behold here is a paradox; the deep and high are o one ahan the mid-level to either.

When I stood a clear mirror before you, you gazed into me and saw your image.

Then you said, "I love you."

But in truth you loved yourself in me.

When you enjoy loving your neighbour it ceases to be a virtue.

Love which is not always springing is always dying.

You ot have youth and the knowledge of it at the same time;

For youth is too busy living to know, and knowledge is too busy seeking itself to live. You may sit at your window watg the passers-by. And watg you may see a nun walking toward yht hand, and a prostitute toward your left hand.

And you may say in your innoce, "How noble is the one and how ignoble is the other."