Everything you possess of skill, and wealth, and handicraft, wasn't it first merely a thought and a quest?
Look for the answer inside your question.
Soul, a moving river. Body, the riverbed.
The result of my life is no more than three words: I was raw, I became cooked, I was burnt.
A strange passion is moving in my head My heart has become a bird which searches in the sky. Every part of me goes in different directions. Is it really so that the one I love is Everywhere?
Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.