A house is a combination of walls and beams; a home is a combination of love and dreams. Rabindranath Tagore Once we dreamed that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other. My heart is a bird in the wilderness , the sky finds it in your eyes. My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes. It is the teardrop of the earth, which keeps her smile young. It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom. If you cry because you have lost the sun, you have also lost the stars. If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars. You cannot see yourself, all you see is your shadow. What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow. The waterfall sing, "I find my song, when I find my freedom." You smiled slightly and said nothing to me. And I feel that I have been waiting for this for a long time. You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long. Man cannot express himself in his history, he struggles to show his prominence in history. Man does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it. Like seagulls meeting waves, we met and came closer. The seagulls flew away, the waves rolled away, and we parted. Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near. The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart. When we are greatly humbled, that is when we are closest to greatness. We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility. Never be afraid of a moment - so sings the eternal voice. Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting. "Complete" decorates itself beautifully for the love of "incomplete". The perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect. Error cannot withstand failure, but truth is not afraid of failure. Wrong cannot afford defeat but right can. In this lonely dusk, covered with fog and rain, I feel the sigh of my heart in its loneliness. In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain. We see the world wrong and say it deceives us.

We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us. Man builds dikes against himself. Man barricades against himself. Make life as gorgeous as summer flowers and death as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves. Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves. I think of other times floating on the rivers of life and death and love and forgetfulness, and I feel the freedom to leave this world. I think of other ages that floated upon the stream of life and love and death and are forgotten, and I feel the freedom of passing away. Just walk through, don't linger to pick flowers to keep, because the flowers will continue to bloom along the way. of. Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way. Thoughts pass over my heart like a flock of wild ducks flying across the sky. I heard the sound of their wings. Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky. I hear the voice of their wings. "Who is urging me forward like fate?" "It's me, striding behind me." ." Who drives me forward like fate? The Myself striding on my back. The summer birds flew to my window to sing and then flew away again. They have nothing to sing about the yellow leaves of autumn, they just sigh and fly down there. Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh. The great desert burns for the love of green leaves, and she shakes her head and smiles , flew away. The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away. The dancing water! When the sand in your path begs for your song and flow, are you willing to bear the burden of their lameness? The sands in you way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness? Sorrow is as quiet and peaceful in my heart as dusk is in the silent forest. Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees. I can't choose the best, the best chooses me. I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me. The person carrying the lantern on his back has a dark shadow blocking his way.

They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back. Rest is to work as eyelids are to eyes. Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes. The stars are not afraid to appear because they are like fireflies. the stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies. The sparrow is worried about the peacock because it carries its feather tail. The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail. "Though a little water is enough for the thirsty," the waterfall sings, "I give my whole water in joy," sings the waterfall, '' though little of it is enough for the thirsty.'' The woodcutter's ax asked the tree for its handle, and the tree gave it to him. The woodcutter's ax begged for its handle from tree, the tree gave it. He who wants to do good knocks at the door; he who loves others sees that the door is open. He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gate open. The scabbard protects the sharpness of the sword, but is content with its own dullness. The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the word. The white clouds stand humbly on the edge of the sky, and the morning light gives it a magnificent glory. The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky, The morning crowned it with splendour. The dust endured the humiliation, but repaid it with flowers. The dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers. When a wealthy and wealthy man boasts that he has received favor from God, God is ashamed. God is ashamed when the prosperous boasts of his special favour. It is not the blow of the hammer that makes the pebble perfect, but the singing and dancing of the water. Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water sings the pebbles into perfection. The power of God is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm. God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm. You can't pick the petals to get the beauty of the flower. By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower. The big ones are not afraid to swim with the small ones, but the middle ones stay away. The great walks with the small without fear. The middling keeps aloof. The firefly said to the stars, "The scholars say your light will go out one day." The stars did not answer it.

''The learned say that your lights will one day be no more.'' said the firefly to the stars.The stars made no answer. The puppy suspected that the universe was conspiring to usurp its position. The pet dog suspects the universe for scheming to take its place. The career of fruits is noble, the career of flowers is sweet, but let me do the career of leaves in the shadow of silent devotion. Fruit is a noble cause, the cause of flower is sweet, but still let me in the obscurity of the shadow of the dedication to do it cause leaf