The light under the trees, the light from high heaven. The green arbour light that flashes in the leaf and falls like fresh white sand... A grasshopper lifts its sawing sound over the clearness... The world is a full glass of water.

No one loves anyone else;
he loves what he finds of himself
    in the other.
Don't fret if others don't love you.
They feel who you are,
and you're a stranger.
Be who you are,
    even if never loved.
Secure in yourself, you will suffer
    Few sorrows.