The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing. But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.
The sun goes to cross the Western sea, leaving its last salutation to the East.
The waterfall sing, “I find my song, when I find my freedom.”
The light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves happily knows not that man can lie.
He has made his weapons his gods. When his weapons win he is defeated himself.
God finds himself by creating.
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
I thank thee that I am none of the wheels of power but I am one with the living creatures that are crushed by it.