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“It's the pleasures that are shallow and fast-flowing, tending to form and dissolve...The rapids are formed by the youth of pleasures but joy remains a dense rock in the streambed for ages, beyond any erosion..that no rapid can break in the flow of a stream but the rock remaining powerful, breaks up the rapids of pleasures, birthing waterfalls of wisdom that no season can wear away...”

“Spring brings the earth's tender trills...as the meadows bathed in sunlight...burst with tender greens.... There comes the song of awakening for the impossible becomes possible ...What seemed so dull, becomes a fragrant charm....and you fall in love with this earth again...What stayed colorless finds its color...and the pale roots are pale no more for the universe sings of an awakening....”

“Every moment, the sun bursts forth, Every moment, the moon bathes the night, for the mist melts in the longing. Every moment, roses are opening, and nightingales fly wild, for this is the fragrance that drowns the earth; the scent of love, the euphoria on earth. The musical breeze, parrots hear everywhere, The harp cries, and melodies fill the air. This is the pulse of love, a burning heart feels. Is this the light I have sought all along?”

“The scent of rain On a night as such, raindrops become the songmaker, as memories knock unannounced on the doorway, entering my deep, releasing the river of lyrics. Haunted by the days that no longer remain, as life seems like a mist, there comes the scent of rain with a smell of memories, washing away the sadness that lingered in the breeze. This soul of mine is drunken into the rain for it is the flow of liquid memories, the times we once had echoing through the alleys. In the rain is carried the moonlit sonata that your heart once shared with me. The touch of a raindrop and the past explodes with a smell of memories. But now it is, a lonesome night and the fires must burn bright, for that is how the lamp stays alive with the oil of memories”