the knowledge of impermanence that haunts our days is their very fragrance.

I live not in dreams but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future.

No one can advise and help you, no one. There is only one way: go within.

I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough

The flower bends when the wind wants it to, and you must become like that-that is, filled with deep #‎ trust .

Who speaks of conquering? To endure is everything.

And these things that keep alive on departure know that you praise them; transient, they look to us, the most transient, to be their rescue. They want us to change them completely, in our invisible hearts, into -- O endlessly -- us! Whoever, finally, we may be.