We must breathe time as fishes breathe water.
In city, in suburb, in forest, no way to stretch out the arms - so if you would grow, go straight up or deep down.
There comes a time when only anger is love.
I like to find what's not found at once, but lies within something of another nature, in repose, distinct.
Every day, every day I hear enough to fill a year of nights with wondering.
You have come to the shore. There are no instructions.