I carry in my world that flourishes the worlds that have failed.

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water sings the pebbles into perfection.

To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.

Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.

In fiction she moves with ease.

Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life

through the dark unknown.

I have my stars in the sky.

But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return in songs.

I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has filled with love.