I grow silent. Dear soul, you speak.
What was said to the rose that made it open, was said to me, here in my chest.
Water in the boat is the ruin of the boat, but water under the boat is its support.
Why should I be unhappy? Each parcel of my being is in full bloom.
The moon stays bright when it doesn't avoid the night.
Sometimes we plan a trip to one place, but something takes us to another