How, in jungles,
the strong separate...

How many times have you changed
your perspective on the past...

Let silence speak
instead of your voices...

In the smoky alleyways where shadows spoke louder...
"Master," the apprentice said, fire in his voice...

You have lost me
your true-born so...

Days and they are gone
but his deeds remain, indeed...

Denzel Washington smiles.
Now the white is more radiant...

Just in the moment you smile
life...

We must switch
the focal point of our attention from...

The awe of turning old,
winds your blooms away...

Seeker:
_Master! teach me you...

A mirror stranger,
a parallel line in motion...