Heavenly bodies are nests of invisible birds.
It is futile to spend time telling stories about the fleetness of each day.
Color is the overpowering of black; white – the final victory over black.
The world cannot be translated; It can only be dreamed of and touched.
When within yourself you find the road, the right road will open.
From what you didn’t say, lies that you did say.
In every sound, the hidden silence sleeps.
The eyesight for an eagle is what thought is to a man.
Good is not always good.
In an endless silence even screams sound silent.
With your goal you make the one.
It is vain futility to analyze the algebra of time.
Neither alive nor dead; No one lets up, No one wins.
I can see myself before myself— A being through dark scenery.
He knows he will be born again, And start fresh anew.
A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.
You are not what you are; You are darkness Looking for light within.
Will the day tell its secret Before it disappears, Becomes timeless night.
Into the day as by dream I swim To the music of nourished meaning.
When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.
Life into death— Life’s other shape, No rupture, Only crossing.
