The art of knowing is knowing what to ignore.

I used to read the myths of love Now I have become the mythical lover

If you wish to shine like day, burn up the night of self-existence. Dissolve in the Being who is everything.

All language is a longing for home.

I was a tiny bug. Now a mountain. I was left behind. Now honored at the head. You healed my wounded hunger and anger, and made me a poet who sings about joy.

Throw off your tiredness. Let me show you one tiny spot of the beauty that can't be spoken.

Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape.