Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.

Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.

Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.

I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent

The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.

-But I've just noticed that my mind is asleep.