A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.
Life eats life to live.
I recreate myself; that is my only power.
Will the day tell its secret Before it disappears, Becomes timeless night.
We love the imperfect shapes in nature and in the works of art, look for an intentional error as a sign of the golden key and sincerity found in true mastery.
Two forces create eternity - a fairy tale and a dream from the fairy tale.