Set out from any point. They are all alike. They all lead to a point of departure.
You are sad because they abandon you and you have not fallen.
When I do not walk in the clouds I walk as though I were lost.
The less you think you are, the more you bear. And if you think you are nothing, you bear everything.
The shadows: some hide, others reveal.
It's been a long time since I asked anything of heaven, and my arms still haven't come down.