THE CLOUD gives all its gold
to the departing sun
and greets the rising moon
with only a pale smile.

LET THE dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.

WHEN YOU HOLD your lamp in the sky it throws its light on my face and its shadow falls over you.
When I hold the lamp of love in my heart its light falls on you and I am left standing behind in the shadow.