I imagined I was God for a millisecond And became speechless for a long time.
Every scent is the sun's scent.
To say more while saying less is the secret of being simple.
You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.
Love is almost never simple.
Color is the overpowering of black; white – the final victory over black.