I am forever hese shores,

        Bet the foam,

        tide -prints,

        And the foam.

        But the shore will remain

        Forever.

        Once I filled my .

        t and lo, t was a worm.

        And I closed and opened my here was a bird.

        And again I closed and opened my s ood a man urned upward.

        And again I closed my    t but mist.

        But I ness.

        It    yesterday I t myself a fragment quivering    rhe sphere of life.

        No I am ts moves hin me.

        to me in t;You and t a grain of sand upon te se sea."

        And in my dream I say to t;I am te sea, and all    grains of sand upon my s;

        Only o was w;;

        t t of God was an angel.

        t word of God was a man.

        e tering, ures a t gave us words.

        Noerdays?

        t;A grain of sand is a desert, and a desert is a grain of sand; and no us all be silent again."

        I    I did not uand.

        Long did I lie in t of Egypt, silent and unahe seasons.

        the Nile,

        Singing s.

        And no t I may lie again in t of Egypt.

        But behold a marvel and a riddle!

        t gat scatter me.

        Still erect am I, and sure of foot do I he Nile.

        Remembrance is a form of meeting.

        Fetfulness is a form of freedom.

        e measure time acc to t of tless suns; and time by little mactle pockets.

        Noell me,    at time?

        Space is not space beto one whe Milky ay.

        y is a river of ligernity to eternity.

        Do not ts wher envy man his pain?

        On my o ty I met anot;Is to ty?"

        And ;Follow me, and you will rea a day and a nig;

        And I follo    reacy.

        And o my surprise h me because he had misled me.

        Make me, o my prey.

        One may not reac.

        My o me, "Do not leave me, for ."

        And to me, "e and folloure."

        And I say to bot;I , nor ure. If I stay aying; and if I go taying in my going. Only love a;

        ice of life, iful traain pleasures is a part of my pain.

        Seven times have I despised my soul:

        t time tain .

        time whe crippled.

        time he easy.

        time ed    .

        time ed ieth.

        time    it was one of her own masks.

        And time ue.

        I am ignorant of absolute trut I am herein lies my honour and my reward.

        tion and mans attai may only be traversed by his longing.

        Paradise is t door, in t room; but I    the key.

        Per.

        You are blind and I am deaf and dumb, so let us toud.

        t in ains, but rat o attain.

        Some of us are like ink and some like paper.

        And if it    for the blaess of some of us, some of us would be dumb;

        And if it    for teness of some of us, some of us would be blind.

        Give me an ear and I will give you a voice.

        Our mind is a sponge; our    is a stream.

        Is it not stra most of us    running?

        you may not name, and    grooer self.

        expression of it the very wine.

        You drink    you may be intoxicated; and I drink t it may sober me from t other wine.

        y I resign myself to its emptiness; but s half-fullness.

        ty of t in    in o you.

        tand en not to o w    say.

        I say is meaningless; but I say it so t ther half may reach you.

        A sense of ion.

        My loneliness ive faults and blamed my silent virtues.

        find a sio sing    so speak her mind.

        A truto be knoo be uttered sometimes.

        t; talkative.

        t reac let us talk t    feel lonely.

        alk thing; when one eaks she reveals all of life.

        Frogs may bello t drag t turn t make shoes.

        Only talkative.

        If er s;Spring is in my ," wer?

        Every seed is a longing.

        Should you really open your eyes and see, you would behold your image in all images.

        And sen, you would hear your own voi all voices.

        It takes to discover truto utter it and oo uand it.

        t our dept.

        Many a doe is like a rut but it divides us from truth.

        No us play    it    be difficult to find you. But s o seek you. A woman may veil h a smile.

        ws.

        and a    genius, or solve tery of silence is tiful dream to sit at a breakfast table.

        I    stand still to che procession passing by.

        You oo    or serve him.

        Nay,    towers of our bones?

        Let us not be particular aional. ts mind and tail rise in glory from th.

        Every dragon gives birto a St. Gee w.

        trees are poems t tes upon turn to paper t iness.

        So e (and only ts kno of being artless, and the magic of loving your readers.

        ts and they are inspired.

        Sree e its autobiograp    be uory of a race.

        If I o g a poem and tasy of a poem unten, I    is better poetry.

        But you and all my neig I always choose badly.

        Poetry is not an opinion expressed. It is a song t rises from a bleeding h.

        ords are timeless. You ster te timelessness.

        A poet is a detting among trying to fas of the ashes.

        Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and ionary.

        In vain s seek t.

        Once I said to a poet, "e s knoil you die."

        And ;Yes, deat is t I    tongue, and more in my desire t;

        If you sing of beauty t of t you will have an audience.

        Poetry is    encs t.

        isdom is poetry t sings in the mind.

        If    time sing in his mind,

        truthe shadow of God.

        Inspiration ion will never explain.

        e often sing lullabies to our c we ourselves may sleep.

        All our    crumbs t fall do of the mind.

        tumbling stoo poetry.

        A great singer is he who sings our silences.

        h food?

        is filled h gold?

        tingale pierces horn when he sings his love song.

        So do we all. how else should we sing?

        Genius is but a robins song at the beginning of a slow spring.

        Even t    ot escape py.

        A madman is not less a musi trument on    of tune.

        t lies silent in t of a mothe lips of her child.

        No longing remains unfulfilled.

        I rutter seems to lie between us.

        Your ot your other self grows on sorrow; so all is well.

        truggle of soul and body save in t of tune.

        of life you sy in all t are blind to beauty.

        e live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of ing.

        Soo t will bring you your beloved.

        the very day you were born.

        No o go to meet an angel.

        Many a .

        If you    not claim.

        oucouc of eternity.

        Love is tween lover and lover.

        Every man loves tion of ion, and t yet born.

        Men tle faults    virtues.

        Love t does not reneself every day bees a    and in turn a slavery.

        Lovers embrace t her.

        Love and doubt erms.

        Love is a en by a , upon a page of light.

        Friends responsibility, never an opportunity.

        If you do not uand your friend under all ditions you and him.

        Your most radiant garment is of ther persons weaving;

        You most savoury meal is t    table;

        Your most fortable bed is in ther persons house.

        Noell me, e yourself from ther person?

        Your mind and my    il your mind ceases to live in numbers and my    in t.

        e sand one anotil o seven words.

        be unsealed unless it be broken?

        Only great sorro joy    reveal your truth.

        If you    eithe sun, or carry your cross.

        Sure    e no river er urn t. S, his air?

        You see but your surn your back to the sun.

        You are free before tars of t;

        And you are free war.

        You are even free where is.

        But you are a slave to him whom you love because you love him,

        And a slave to him who loves you because he loves you.

        e are all beggars at te of temple, and eacy of ters temple, and w.

        But tling the King.

        You ot e beyond your appetite. to ttle bread for t.

        If it    for yuests all houses would be graves.

        Said a gracious o a simple s;ill you not ?"

        And t;e    your     in your stomac;

        I stopped my guest on t;Nay,    your feet as you enter, but as you go out."

        Generosity is not in givi    is in givi whan I do.

        You are indeed cable    you may not see the receiver.

        t man and t is but a day of .

        e often borroomorroo pay our debts to our yesterdays.

        I too am visited by angels and devils, but I get rid of them.

        is an angel I pray an old prayer, and he is bored;

        is a devil I it an old sin, and he passes me by.

        After all t a bad prison; but I do not like t prisoners cell;

        Yet I assure you t I do not he prison.

        t s to give. It is ty on t.

        trickery succeeds sometimes, but it als suicide.

        You are truly a fiver er no falsehood.

        wouc of God.

        If your    is a volo    floo bloom in your hands?
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