Your breath upon the wind shall surely lodge within some breast. Ask not whose breast it is. See only that the breath itself be pure.
Mikhail NaimyOften you shall think your road impassable, sombre and companionless. Have will and plod along; and round each curve you shall find a new companion.
Mikhail NaimyAs you die continually when living. So do you live continually when dead; if not in this body, then in a body of another form.
Mikhail Naimy