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.
To leave out beautiful sunsets is the secret of good taste.
Everything that looks too perfect is too perfect to be perfect.
I imagined I was God for a millisecond And became speechless for a long time.
I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.
Through a forest of challenges, thought moves and squirms, resisting beguilements; if it endures, it emerges pure.