And he said, ‘The joy of scaring is a deep and lasting one, and I
never tire of it.’
Said I, after a minute of thought, ‘It is true; for I too have
known that joy.’
Said he, ‘Only those who are stuffed with straw can know it.’
Then I left him, not knowing whether he had complimented or belittled
me.
A year passed, during which the scarecrow turned philosopher.
And when I passed by him again I saw two crows building a nest
under his hat.
from my negligence.The ‘I’ in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, andtherein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what Ido–for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and mydeeds thy own hopes in action.When thou…
Have I spoken this day of aught else?Is not religion all deeds and all reflection,And that which is neither deed nor reflection, but a wonder and a surprise ever springing in the soul, even while the hands hew the stone or tend the loom?Who can separate his faith from his actions, or his belief from…
I am a rose. My heart opens at dawn andThe virgin kisses me and places meUpon her breast.I am the house of true fortune, and theOrigin of pleasure, and the beginningOf peace and tranquility. I am the gentleSmile upon his lips of beauty. When youthOvertakes me he forgets his toil, and hisWhole life becomes reality…
For the snow is water, and Life is alive from itsSlumber and is roaming the hills and valleys.Let us follow the footprints of Spring into theDistant fields, and mount the hilltops to drawInspiration high above the cool green plains.Dawn of Spring has unfolded her winter-kept garmentAnd placed it on the peach and citrus trees; andThey…
Of the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil.For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?Verily when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark caves, and when it thirsts, it drinks even of dead waters.You are good when you are one with yourself.Yet when…
And after a thousand years I ascended the holy mountain and again spoke unto God, saying, ‘Creator, I am thy creation. Out of clay hast thou fashioned me and to thee I owe mine all.’And God made no answer, but like a thousand swift wings passed away.And after a thousand years I climbed the holy…
