Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
Rumi·1260Listen to the reed, how it tells a tale, complaining of separations — saying, "Ever since I was parted from the reed-bed, my lament hath caused man and woman to moan. I want a bosom torn by severance, that I may unfold to such a one the pain of love-desire."
Blaise Pascal·1658Man is but a reed, the most feeble thing in nature; but he is a thinking reed.
Kobayashi Issa·1819This world of dew / is only a world of dew — / and yet... and yet...
