Chapter 9 9

121 I bring to mine the prosperity of those gone worlds. 122 Dear friend, when I listened to the sea waves, I have several times in the deep yellow of the twilight In the twilight, on this shore, feel the silence of your great thought. 123 The bird thought it was an act of charity to hold the fish in the air. 124 Ye said to the sun: "In the moon, you sent me your love letter." "I have left my tearful answer on the green grass." 125 A great man is a born child, and when he dies he gives his great childhood to the world. 126 It is not the blow of the mallet, but the singing and dancing of the water, that perfects the pebbles.

127 The bee sips honey from the flower and leaves the camp to say thanks. The pompous butterfly believes that the flower should thank him. 128 It is easy to speak the truth if you do not wait to speak it. 129 "Maybe" asked "Impossible": "Where do you live?" It replied: "In the dream of the impotent." 130 If you shut out all error, truth will also be shut out. 131 I hear things rustling behind the gloom of my heart--I cannot see them. 132 Leisure in action is work. Still water becomes waves when it oscillates. 133 Green leaves become flowers when they are in love.

When the flower worships, it becomes the fruit. 134 The roots buried in the ground cause the branches to bear fruit, but ask for no reward. 135 On a rainy evening, the wind blows constantly. I look at the swaying branches and think of the greatness of all things.