Fruits and seeds ~the point of arrival,
of a generation of trees and plants,
And the turning~ point of life ahead.
A summing up of lush memories and luscious dreams,
of sprigs, fronds and flowers.
Of sweetness and scent: all packed in a tiny globe,
ready to die and to rise, sprout into life and glory.
And you, my trader brother,
know what marvelous mystery
you are dealing in?
History is not all dark,
Nor is life wholly sour.
The rose is not all thorns and pricks.
Go for the light of every situation.
Mould out the sweetness,
the grace and the meaning
of every event and experience
and let go the rest.
(Writings by Samuel Rayan)