OUR NAMES are the light that glows on the sea waves at night and then dies without leaving its signature.

ON MY WAY to recovery
when I received Nature's earliest friendly greetings,
she held before my eyes her precious gift of endless first surprise.
And those trees and the blue sky
bathed in morning light
though ancient and ever-known
revealed to me in them creation's everlasting first moment
and I felt that this one birth of mine
is woven in the web of many births of many changing forms
and like the sunlight composed of varied rays
every appearance in its unity
is blended with countless invisible other ones.

IT IS NIGHT.
The travellers spread their mats on the ground under the banyan tree.
A gust of wind blows out the lamp
and the darkness deepens like a sleep into a swoon.
Someone from the crowd suddenly stands up
and pointing to the leader with merciless finger breaks out:
'False prophet, thou hast deceived us!'
Others take up the cry one by one,
women hiss their hatred and men growl.
At last one bolder than others suddenly deals him a blow.
They cannot see his face, but fall upon him in a fury of destruction and hit him till he lies prone upon the ground his life extinct.
The night is still, the sound of the distant waterfall comes muffled and a faint breath of jasmine floats in the air.