The farther away, the closer the home becomes.

I imagined I was God for a millisecond And became speechless for a long time.

Beyond all vanities, fights, and desires, omnipotent silence lies.

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.

All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated To go peacefully And enjoy the eternal nap.

Through a forest of challenges, thought moves and squirms, resisting beguilements; if it endures, it emerges pure.

We built tall buildings, but we have not become any taller.