Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light and no land anywhere, cloudcover thick. I try to stay just above the surface, yet I'm already under and living within the ocean.

For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains floating and flying in the will of the air, often forgetting ever being in that state, but in sleep I migrate back.

When you notice a fault in your neighbour, search for the same in yourself.

Lovers don't meet in the end, they are in each other forever.

Love is from the infinite, and will remain until eternity. The seeker of love escapes the chains of birth and death. Tomorrow, when resurrection comes, The heart that is not in love will fail the test.

Seek the sound that never ceases. Seek the sun that never sets.

Anyone who genuinely and consistently with both hands look for something, will find it.