“Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.”

“The water was glassy and calm, still candy-colored in the afterglow of sunset.”

“I like my afterglow with you in motion. I measure time by how your body sways.”

“Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?”

“In silence the three of them looked at the sunset and thought about God.”

“The Child Angel Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, my child, unflickering and pure, and delight them into silence. They are cruel in their greed and their envy, their words are like hidden knives thirsting for blood. Go and stand amidst their scowling hearts, my child, and let your gentle eyes fall upon them like the forgiving peace of the evening over the strife of the day. Let them see your face, my child, and thus know the meaning of all things, let them love you and love each other. Come and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless, my child. At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming flower, and at sunset bend your head and in silence complete the worship of the day.”