Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near. The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart.
My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.
Dear friend, I feel the silence of your great thoughts of may a deepening eventide on this beach when I listen to these waves.
“What language is thine, O sea?”
“The language of eternal question.”
What language is thy answer, O sky?”
“The language of eternal silence.”