It is beautiful to express love and even more beautiful to feel it.
In this story I am the poet You're the poetry.
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.
A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.
They grew; they did not talk about growing.
You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.
From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.
Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return.
Teaching others, he corrected himself.
A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.
The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.
It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.
For a game, you don’t need a teacher.
Different languages, the same thoughts; servant to thoughts and their masters.
Waktu berjalan ke Barat di waktu pagi hari matahari mengikutiku di belakang. Aku berjalan mengikuti bayang-bayangku sendiri yang memanjang di depan. Aku dan matahari tidak bertengkar tentang siapa di antara kami yang telah menciptakan bayang-bayang, aku dan bayang-bayang tidak bertengkar tentang siapa di antara kami yang harus berjalan di depan.
We need a sense of the unity of life and of humans for the sake of human welfare and for the survival of the planet. We need a sense of unity with the cosmos so that we can connect with Reality. But we also need a sense of individuality, for the sake of our own dignity and independence and of the loving care for others. We need it to appreciate each natural form, each animal and plant, each human person in their uniqueness.
Ô, Wanderess, Wanderess When did you feel your most euphoric kiss? Was I the source of your greatest bliss?
Deliver thunder, God If you choose not to talk.
I imagined I was God for a millisecond And became speechless for a long time.