In the house of lovers, the music never stops, the walls are made of songs & the floor dances

Do you think I know what I'm doing? That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself? As much as a pen knows what it's writing, or the ball can guess where it's going next.

What in your life is calling you, When all the noise is silenced, The meetings adjourned... The lists laid aside, And the Wild Iris blooms By itself In the dark forest... What still pulls on your soul?

Those who don't want to change, let them sleep.

Who says the eternal being does not exist? Who says the sun has gone out? Someone who climbs up on the roof and closes his eyes tight, and says, I don't see anything.

I become a waterwheel, turning and tasting you, as long as water moves.

You're not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.