Be Patient Toward All That Is Unsolved

Trees Do Not Force Their Sap, Nor Does The Flower Push Its Bloom.

I Would Like To Step Out Of My Heart And Go Walking Beneath The Enormous Sky.

Rose, Oh Pure Contradiction, Joy Of Being No-one's Sleep Under So Many Lids.

What We Do Battle With Is So Small, What Battles Us Is So Large.

No, No, One Can Imagine Nothing In The World, Not The Least Thing. Everything Is Composed Of So Many Isolated Details That Are Not To Be Foreseen. In One's Imagining One Passes Over Them And Hasty As One Is Doesn't Notice That They Are Missing. But Realities Are Slow And Indescribably Detailed.