When I curse Fate, it's not me, but the earth in me.

The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will.

Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.

You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.

It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.

It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends

When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.