A Writer's Holiday

Walking is blind, even toward a clear horizon.

The oyster never felt so free as when a thief stole her pearl.

Some leaves hang on longer but eventually they all fall.

A forecast can be wrong, but not the weather.

What does introspection mean? It means you're looking in the wrong direction.

Life corrects the errors of logic.

The scientist seeks laws; the historian, causes; the artist, freedom.

Writer's block is a writer's holiday.

To board that slow train called Life and ride it to the end.

Being awake is no different than sleeping if all you do is dream.

Digging, one finds more rocks than gold.

The sea is captive in a drop of water.

In the end, it's the poet's voice that will be heard.

The Gardener's Thoughts

Could I master the language I'd speak only silence.

No one can think clearly who thinks only with their head.

The moon is always full, though you can't always see it.

Many a petal has yet to fall before the last one falls.

A wave is no less free because the current helps it along.

Rain or shine, the cicadas find something to sing about.

Flowers are the gardener's thoughts.

When you win an argument, what do you win?

The world makes sense to those who don't try to make sense of it.

Even to have lived in vain is beautiful.

If my hand on yours trembles it's because bodies never lie.

Not trying makes everything easy.

When you chop life into little pieces you don't get pieces of life.

Don't stand in the hallway waiting; join the feast.

The Caprices Of Summer

Earth, does it amaze you? How birds come down from the sky to walk on you?

I saw a man walking with his chin on his chest. His thoughts were weighing him down.

In my travels I found no answers, only wonders.

The liars don't worry me. It's the people who think they know the truth.

I'm not a thief because no one has anything I want.

Love hurts because you think that's what love is.

Everything the candle knows it learned in the dark.

Thought should be less profound and more human.

I made my life my dream so I could live it.

Between the planting and the harvest lie all the caprices of summer.

If a fool plants a beautiful garden, is he still a fool?

Pretend to be ticklish if it makes you laugh.

Even when you dial the wrong number there's someone at the other end.

Like a surfer only the next wave interests me.

Truth Is A Bubble...

Carpenters are paid to build houses, not to explain how houses are built.

Expect the hill and the valley to see things differently.

The moon you see is not the moon you saw.

I don't want to be the one who says life is beautiful. I want to be the one who feels it.

Beginnings do not divulge their ends.

The love of life begins with the love of one person.

Every drop that falls in the ocean becomes the ocean.

We learn from our possessions that they're never enough.

Forgive me my foolish beliefs, as I forgive your foolish beliefs.

Truth is a bubble and hard to hold on to.

Even the camel with its huge nostrils can only take one breath at a time.

To be this happy, friendly person, that's all.

Artists pass on their dreams.

Wisdom has learned everything from chance.

When I reached the top of the ladder I was no taller than before.

The best advice is what the skylark gives by singing.

Even an inchworm gets where it's going.

We write while sleepwalking and revise when awake.

That the sun has burnt you is no argument against it.

Let everything exist. No need to pick and choose.

The pursuit of unhappiness always succeeds.

The rain that falls wherever it pleases. I want to be that rain.

It's not worth staying up all night just to paint masterpieces.

Chaos is any order opposed to freedom.

When something is done for nothing it's done with the highest purpose in mind.

One is never wounded by the love one gives, only by the love one expects.