Your friend is your needs answered… He is your field which you sow wit… And he is your board and your fire… For you come to him with your hung… When your friend speaks his mind y…
At the city gate and by your fires… Even as slaves humble themselves b… Ay, in the grove of the temple and… And my heart bled within me; for y… You shall be free indeed when your…
A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker’s portion of the street stretching his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating his hand toward all who passed...
I am dotted silver threads dropped… By the gods. Nature then takes me… Her fields and valleys. I am beautiful pearls, plucked fro… Crown of Ishtar by the daughter o…
I am a kind word uttered and repea… By the voice of Nature; I am a star fallen from the Blue tent upon the green carpet. I am the daughter of the elements
In the silence of the night Death descended from God toward the earth. He hovered above a city and pierced the dwellings with his eyes. He say the spirits floating on wings of dreams, a...
Have I spoken this day of aught e… Is not religion all deeds and all… And that which is neither deed nor… Who can separate his faith from hi… Who can spread his hours before hi…
The gold—hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as a vulture hovers over a carcass, until he reached a beautiful lake surr...
The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The stars appeared as broken remnants of lightning, but now silence prevailed...
Once I said to a scarecrow, ‘You… lonely field.’ And he said, ‘The joy of scaring… never tire of it.’ Said I, after a minute of thought…
In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven selves sat together and thus conversed in whisper: First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years, wit...
You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth. For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life’s procession, that marches ...
One night a feat was held in the p… prostrated himself before the prin… upon him; and they saw that one of… the empty socket bled. And the pri… befallen you?’ And the man replied…
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which y… And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into… Is not the cup that holds your win…
Your clothes conceal much of your… And though you seek in garments th… Would that you could meet the sun… For the breath of life is in the s… Some of you say,"It is the north…