Chapter 11 11

151 God's great majesty is in the gentle breeze (the wind), not in the storm. 152 In the dream, everything is scattered and weighs down on me, but it's just a dream.when When I wake up, I will feel that these things have gathered in you, and I will be free. 153 The setting sun asked: "Who is continuing my duties?" Wa Deng said: "I will do my best, my master." 154 When you pick petals, you cannot get the beauty of flowers. 155 Silence contains voices, as a nest surrounds a sleeping bird. 156 The big ones are not afraid to swim with the little ones.

The one who is in the middle shuns away. 157 The night secretly opened the flowers, but let the day receive the words of thanks. 158 Power considers the suffering of its victims to be ungrateful. 159 When we take pleasure in our fullness, then we can be happy with our The fruit broke up. 160 The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered,—"We are your homesick children, mother, Now come back to you from heaven. " 161 The spider's web seemed to catch the dew, but it caught the fly. 162 Love, I can see you when you come with the lighted lamp of pain in your hand

face, and I am happy with you. 163 The firefly said to the stars in the sky: "Scholars say that your light will disappear one day." The stars in the sky did not answer him. 164 In the evening twilight came the morning bird to my silent nest. 165 Thoughts fly over my heart like a flock of wild ducks across the sky. I hear the sound of their wings.