When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.

The child who dwells inside us trusts that there are wise men somewhere who know the truth.

Forget the suffering You caused others. Forget the suffering Others caused you. The waters run and run, Springs sparkle and are done, You walk the earth you are forgetting.

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

I am composed of contradictions, which is why poetry is a better form for me than philosophy

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

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.