Enlightenment,
a state of consciousness...

Plagiarism
is the vice of those...

Time spills from my hands,
slipping through the slits of fingers...

Why does the dead fish still stir
toward the unbitten bait...

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...

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...