We are no more than a reflection in the mirror of creation, tending towards light and openness or towards darkness and diminishing.
The swallows that greet me as they fly past my balcony remind me of the freedom of my soul.
We live in the theatre of being, for one performance only.
The longer we live, the closer we approach what we left behind.
If life is a choir, there are far too many voices singing recklessly out of tune.