I have been my own disciple and my own master. And I have been a good disciple but a bad master.
When I do not walk in the clouds I walk as though I were lost.
Everything is a little bit of darkness, even the light.
Everything that I bear within me bound, is to be found somewhere else free.
You are fastened to them and cannot understand how, because they are not fastened to you.
I keep my hands empty for the sake of what I have had in them.