201 The wasp thinks that the honey-hive of the neighbouring bees is too small.
His neighbours ask him to build one still smaller.
202 "I cannot keep your waves," says the bank to the river.
"Let me keep your footprints in my heart."
203 The day, with the noise of this little earth, drowns the silence of all worlds.
204 The song feels the infinite in the air, the picture in the earth, the poem in the air and the earth;
For its words have meaning that walks and music that soars.
205 When the sun goes down to the West, the East of his morning stands before him in silence.
206 Let me not put myself wrongly to my world and set it against me.
207 Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.
208 Let my doing nothing when I have nothing to do become untroubled in its depth of peace like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.
209 Maiden, your simplicity, like the blueness of the lake, reveals your depth of truth.
210 The best does not come alone. It comes with the company of the all.
211 God's right hand is gentle, but terrible is his left hand.
212 My evening came among the alien trees and spoke in a language which my morning stars did not know.
213 Night's darkness is a bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.
214 Our desire lends the colours of the rainbow to the mere mists and vapours of life.
215 God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.
216 My sad thoughts tease me asking me their own names.
217 The service of the fruit is precious, the service of the flower is sweet, but let my service be the service of the leaves in its shade of humble devotion.
218 My heart has spread its sails to the idle winds for the shadowy island of Anywhere.
219 Men are cruel, but Man is kind.
220 Make me thy cup and let my fulness be for thee and for thine.
