I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything.

You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.

To feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know ... widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.

Love! Love until the night collapses!

And what has become of it, where is that onetime love? Now it is the grave of a bird, a drop of black quartz, a chunk of wood eroded by the rain.

my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.

Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world?