In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.

I enjoy it when the world smiles; the more smiles, the warmer I am.

Everything that looks too perfect is too perfect to be perfect.

Through everything I have passed but nowhere I have been.

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

The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.

Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return.