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When the long bygone Lee Po wanted to say something, he could do it with only a few words.
Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.
From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.
There is a moonlight note in the Moonlight Sonata; there is a thunder note in an angry sky.
Perfection seems sterile; It is final, no mystery in it; It's a product of an assembly line.
All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated To go peacefully And enjoy the eternal nap.
Courage is more important than to be deceived by shallow victory waiting for a delayed defeat.
I visited many places, Some of them quite Exotic and far away, But I always returned to myself.
Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?
Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return.
When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.
It is beautiful to talk about beautiful things And even more beautiful to silently gaze at them.
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.
A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.
A word into the silence thrown always finds its echo somewhere where silence opens hidden lexicons.
Trying too hard to be too good, even when trying to be bad, is too good for the bad, too bad for the good.
There is another alphabet Whispering from every leaf, Singing from every river, Shimmering from every sky.
Senses empower limitations, senses expand vision within borders, senses promote understanding through pleasure.
In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.
Through a forest of challenges, thought moves and squirms, resisting beguilements; if it endures, it emerges pure.
You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.
Every man needs his Siren to check his courage and strength when he hears her song in his travels through the unknown.
We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.
When magic through nerves and reason passes, Imagination, force, and passion will thunder. The portrait of the world is changed.
Since there is no real silence, Silence will contain all the sounds, All the words, all the languages, All knowledge, all memory.
If you are only what you are, You at least have a chance Not to outsmart, But be on a par with yourself And that is worth trying.
Be aware of the high notes, Of the blissful faces and their soft messages, And listen for the silent message Of a highly decorated gift.
Based on the law of probability Everything is possible because The sheer existence of possibility Confirms the existence Of impossibility.
Our desire to say more grows bigger and what to say about it, except that saying is not always about saying, growing is not always about growing.
If an ancient man saw planes two thousand years ago He would've thought they were birds Or angels from another world Or messengers from other planets.
Neruda had his first dream, First meeting with the Moon and the Sun In sunny La Mancha, hiding in his heart, Where he learned how to sing like a nightingale.
We love the imperfect shapes in nature and in the works of art, look for an intentional error as a sign of the golden key and sincerity found in true mastery.
Possible is more a matter of attitude, a matter of decision, to choose among the impossible possibilities, when one sound opportunity becomes a possible solution.
Busy with the ugliness of the expensive success We forget the easiness of free beauty Lying sad right around the corner, Only an instant removed, Unnoticed and squandered.
Entering a cell, penetrating deep as a flying saucer to find a new galaxy would be an honorable task for a new scientist interested more in the inner state of the soul than in outer space.
Some people complain there are too many people on earth, Some people complain about secret societies, Some people accuse others of not being able to wake up early. Almost all people complain about something.
No reason for a feverish rush For we will all arrive in the same place At the right time. Justice will be served. There will be no better or worse, No big and small, no rewards, no punishment, No guilt, no judges, no hierarchies; Only silent equality.
It is not possible to express the most precious insights, To see all that craves to be seen, To visit even the closest neighbors in the universe, To learn all that needs to be learned, To live without dying, And I am sad about it. But I lived And I am happy about that.