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...

Chain the clay until the mind ripens!

The distance between two souls-one is infinity, outside.

Poetry: souls. In their whisper, the burning of infinity...

The solitude of our human souls is howled at the stars night after night by dogs.