Every Time I Wake, I Understand How

If Only I Could Leave Everything As It Is, Without Moving A Single Star Or A Single Cloud. Oh, If Only I Could!

The Less You Think You Are, The More You Bear. And If You Think You Are Nothing, You Bear Everything.

Without This Ridiculous Vanity That Takes The Form Of Self-display, And Is Part Of Everything And Everyone, We Would See Nothing, And Nothing Would Exist.

The Dream Which Is Not Fed With Dream Disappears.

He Who Holds Me By A Thread Is Not Strong; The Thread Is Strong.