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

Seeker:
_Master! teach me you...

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

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

Just in the moment you smile
life...

Freedom is when we learn
through the limbs of our lives...

_Why does the dead fish still poke on the unbitten...
years after, where the bait and the fish himself...

It was deep inside the wound of that tramp
that I learned to be a gentleman...

Feel the losers’ pain,
it will soften your own loss...

My Nadia was dead!
I knew it like the the dreadful taste of birth in...

The mockery of this world
is the burning to teach to one who knows...

You must want something
extremely hard to become...