The act of listening is in fact an act of composing.
There is poetry as soon as we realize that we possess nothing.
To see, one must go beyond the imiagination and for that one must stand absolutely still as though at the center of a leap.
The world, the real is not an object. It is a process.
The highest purpose is to have no purpose at all. This puts one in accord with nature, in her manner of operation.
Get yourself out of whatever cage you find yourself in.