All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated To go peacefully And enjoy the eternal nap.
Into the day as by dream I swim to the music of nourished meaning.
We built tall buildings, but we have not become any taller.
We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.
In the essence of truth lies deceit.
From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.