Hello, hello, my friend—
the foe of nefariousness...

You are
the one who speaks...

I did not come
to hear the echo of my mind...

This world is an insult
to the human soul...

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...