When I returned from US there was no fire left in...
no humble spirit...

Master asks the pupils:
“how would one find enlightenment...

I've lost all these years
for I am not going to...

The urge of telling
the biggest tales even when...

Everything is mounting.
Everything is rising...

_ The shrub is gone
the roots are ruthlessly rotted...

Life is dubious
though death is certain...

Imperfection is
the prove of perfection...

First the space
was an assumption...

We carve our masks with our faces
against the chisel of darkness...

They think they do not like me.
They doubt of my goodness to be...

You inject the poison of your contempt to your...
disallowing her to discover the word clearer...