Will the day tell its secret Before it disappears, Becomes timeless night.

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

Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.

If an ancient man saw planes two thousand years ago He would've thought they were birds Or angels from another world Or messengers from other planets.

Don’t pay attention to those who offer too much.

Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.

A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.