Chapter 22 twenty two

307 It is not a happy day, the light under the frowning clouds, like a beaten child, in the ashes There were tears on Bai's face, and the wind howled like the cry of a wounded world.but i know I said I was trekking to meet my friend. 308 Tonight the palm leaves are crackling, there is a big wave at sea, and the full moon is like the world In heart throbbing.From what unknowable sky you bring love's pain in your silence secret? 309 I dreamed of a star, an island of light, where I would be born, and in its In the depths of quick leisure, my life will ripen its business like in the autumn sun

rice fields. 310 The smell of wet earth in the rain is like a burst of giant noise from a small silent crowd. A big song of praise. 311 The statement that love is lost is one that we cannot accept as truth. fact. 312 We shall one day learn that death can never take away what our soul has gained West, for what she has gained is one with herself. 313 God came to me with flowers in the twilight of my evening.I have these flowers When I went there, it was still very fresh in his flower basket. 314 Lord, when all the strings of my life are in harmony, every strum of your hand will

Can sing the music of love. 315 Let me live for real, my God, so that death will be real to me It's true.