Chain the clay until the mind ripens!

We vibrate all souls of existence – clay and water pitchers with mouth, with eyes towards the skies.

People are a chain of souls, sometimes so entangled, that they forget who, where they have to go, to be home.

Feelings are waters flowing in chain from soul to soul – do you know the shape of the Universe? Neither do I, but I imagine this chain of souls drinking from souls and these from others...

We are made from clay, water, sun, air, and dream, and we feed on clay, water, air, sun, and dream. We are rains, snows, suns, we are seasons without the right to go back.

Sufficiency in knowing is an act of denying the needs of the mind.