There can be no forced inspiration.
Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions.
What we call life is only talk of nature.
It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.
In the lie of truth lies the truth.
Hope without love is hopeless.
It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.
Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.