And now I am ready to keep running When the sun rises beyond the borderlands of death. I already see mountain ridges in the heavenly forest Where, beyond every essence, a new essence awaits.

Consolation Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.

I think that I am here, on this earth, to present a report on it, but to whom I don't know. As if I were sent so that whatever takes place has meaning because it changes into memory.

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

On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.

I have defined poetry as a 'passionate pursuit of the Real.

Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.