In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.
You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.
I fly through memory to find a newborn love.
Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.
If emptiness is empty, how can something be borne or awaken from it?
There is a moonlight note in the Moonlight Sonata; there is a thunder note in an angry sky.