I am chained to the earth to pay for the freedom of my eyes.
A large heart can be filled with very little.
My great day came and went, I do not know how. Because it did not pass through dawn when it came, nor through dusk when it went.
Human suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless. If it is wakened it takes the form of the waker.
When I die, I will not see myself die, for the first time.
The dream which is not fed with dream disappears.