what you are you do not see,what you <br>
see is your shadow<br>
my wishes are fools,they shout across <br>
thy song,my master.<br>
let me but listen.<br>
i cannot choose me.<br>
they throw their shadows before them <br>
who carry their lantern on their back.<br>
that i exist is a perpetual surprise which <br>
is life <br>
we ,the rustling leaves,have a voice<br>
that answers the storms,but who are you<br>
so silent?<br>
i am a mere flower,<br>
rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.<br>
man is a born child ,his power is the <br>
power of growth. |