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STRAY BIRDS 131 some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,—I cannot see them

132 in its activity is work.

The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

133 The leaf becomes flower when it doves.

The flower becomes fruit when it worships.

134 The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful. [40]