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

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

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...

We built our coffin from the planks of our habits.
We have no choice but to be obedient to our death...

Look
White doves...

I was ready to share
all my soul with you...

Life is nothing but alchemy,
to discover...

I love me above and more
than anything else in this world...