Why poetry, you ask? Because of life, I answer.

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.

A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.

When the long bygone Lee Po wanted to say something, he could do it with only a few words.

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.

Trying too hard to be too good, even when trying to be bad, is too good for the bad, too bad for the good.

The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.