We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.
I can see myself before myself - a being through dark scenery.
Heavenly bodies are nests of invisible birds.
Through a forest of challenges, thought moves and squirms, resisting beguilements; if it endures, it emerges pure.
The world is a navy in an empty ocean.
A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.