When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.

Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.

With your goal you make the one.

There are many secrets; don’t try to resolve them all.

And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.

Senses empower limitations, senses expand vision within borders, senses promote understanding through pleasure.

Into the day as by dream I swim to the music of nourished meaning.