Use time and space; grow slowly into your dreams, infinity will fill you with peace.

Autumn; Your hand becomes more tender
And your mouth breathes peace on my lips -
wonderful silence lies in our gestures.

Autumn is the time when love matures in gentleness.

The head knows the goal; and the path is his tool.

Puppets, zeitgeisty dressed, they dance on the edge of fire-breathing volcanoes -
lack of emotion in their faces.

I never questioned for a moment; that human awareness is destined to live in peace.