Keep digging your well. Water is there somewhere.
One day you will take me completely out of myself, I'll do what the angels cannot do. Your eyelash will write on my cheek the poem that hasn't been thought of.
Our death is our wedding with eternity.
In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.
When someone mentions the gracefulness of the night sky, climb up on the roof and dance and say, like this?
Silence is the language of God, all else is poor translation.