The light died in the low clouds. Falling snow drank in the dusk. Shrouded in silence, the branches wrapped me in their peace. When the boundaries were erased, once again the wonder: that *I* exist.

Do not seek death. Death will find you.

Time goes by, reputation increases, ability declines.

Doffing the ego's safe glory, he finds his naked reality.

He who wants to keep his garden tidy doesn't reserve a plot for weeds.

Friendship needs no words - it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.

We cannot afford to forget any experience, not even the most painful.