God is a cloud from which rain fell.
Wherever there is somebody else, a war is not far away.
It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.
We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.
It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.
A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams
There can be no forced inspiration.
Hope without love is hopeless.