Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley.
In this place of light: he dares to live Who stops being a bird, yet beats his wings Against the immense immeasurable emptiness of things.
God bless the roots! Body and soul are one.
Pain wanders through my bones like a lost fire
By daily dying, I have come to be.
I wish I could find an event that meant as much as simple seeing.