It was when a man asked me, “Who are you”?
Remembrance is a form of meeting
Forgetfulness is a form of freedom
Strange, the desire for certain pleasures is a part of my pain.
There is a space between man’s imagination and attainment that only be traversed by longing.
Our mind is a sponge and out heart is a stream
Is it not strange that most of us choose sucking rather than running?
Every seed is a longing
Now lets play hide and seek
Should you hide in my heart
It would not be difficult to find you
But should you hide behind your shell
Then it would be useless for any one to seek you.
Trees are the poems that earth writes upon the sky
We fell them down and turn them into paper
That we may record our emptiness
Lovers embrace that which is between them than each other.
Generosity is not in giving me that
Which I need more than you do,
But in giving me that
Which you need more than I do.
You often borrow from tomorrow to pay our debts of yesterdays.
Should we confess our sins to one another
We would all laugh at one another
For lack of originality
Should we all reveal our virtues
We would also laugh for the same cause
If the other person laughs at you, you can pity him
But if you laugh at him you may never forgive yourself
If the other person injures you, you may forget his injury
But if you injure him you will always remember
In truth the other person is your most sensitive self
Given another body
The silence of the envious is too noisy.
When you reach the end of what you should know
You will be at the beginning of what you should sense…