My clouds, sorrowing in the dark,
forget that they themselves have hidden the sun.
The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
It was chilly weather. Through the window the rays of the sun touched my feet, and the slight warmth was very welcome. It was almost eight o'clock, and the early pedestrians were returning home with their heads covered.
Depth of friendship does not depend on length of acquaintance.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
Only in love are unity and duality not in conflict.