How could one beseech
with all their existence...

“In the final analysis,
even love is unreal...

For years,
you made me carry shame...

It makes no difference
who you are...

"One man's freedom fighter
is another’s terrorist...

Let me be indebted
to your vulnerability...

In the desert of Christian land,
where Christ would never touch the sand...

Before he could finish
his figure eight...

In the end,
you are the ultimate victims...

He said:
How can you be one of us...

A mirror stranger,
a parallel...

Seeker:
Master, teach me you...