When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.
Deliver thunder, God If you choose not to talk.
I recreate myself; that is my only power.
No reason for a feverish rush For we will all arrive in the same place At the right time. Justice will be served. There will be no better or worse, No big and small, no rewards, no punishment, No guilt, no judges, no hierarchies; Only silent equality.
Strangers are endearing because you don’t know them yet.
The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.