I am a drunkard from another kind of tavern. I dance to a silent tune. I am the symphony of stars.

There is an unseen sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness. We are lutes. When the sound box is filled, no music can come forth. When the brain and the belly burn from fasting, every moment a new song rises out of the fire. The mists clear, and a new vitality makes you spring up the steps before you . . .

Now is the time to unite the Soul and the world.

The water in the stream may have changed many times, but the reflection of the moon and the stars remains the same.

Like a shadow, I am and I am not.

When someone critises or disagrees with you, a small ant of hatred and antagonism is born in your heart. If you do not squash that ant at once, it might grow into a snake, or even a dragon.

Finding faults is for those with tired minds.