If you are only what you are, You at least have a chance Not to outsmart, But be on a par with yourself And that is worth trying.
I travel, always arriving in the same place.
Into the day as by dream I swim to the music of nourished meaning.
When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.
Color is the overpowering of black; white – the final victory over black.
Beyond all vanities, fights, and desires, omnipotent silence lies.