It is not possible to express the most precious insights, To see all that craves to be seen, To visit even the closest neighbors in the universe, To learn all that needs to be learned, To live without dying, And I am sad about it. But I lived And I am happy about that.
We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.
When within yourself you find the road, the right road will open.
What you gain here, you lose on the other side.
Wherever I go, I run into myself.
And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.