and I circle ten thousand years long; And I still don't know if I'm a falcon, a storm, or an unfinished song

I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, and I have been circling for a thousand years, and I still don't know if I am a falcon, or a storm, or a great song.

Right in the difficult we must have our joys, our happiness, our dreams: there against the depth of this background, they stand out, there for the first time we see how beautiful they are.

Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything.

Perhaps creating something is nothing but an act of profound remembrance.

Speaking of August Rodin: He raised his world above us in an immense arc, and made it a part of nature.

Ah, how good it is to be among people who are reading!