Stray Birds [excerpts]
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The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.
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God finds himself by creating.
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The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
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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.
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God grows weary of great kingdoms, but never of little flowers.
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Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can.
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"How far are you from me, O Fruit?"
"I am hidden in your heart, O Flower."
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The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.
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By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
-- Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds, New York: The Macmillan Company, 1916.
