it's a fine moon', she repeated

Because women never say what they think.

To the knights of faith nobody believes.

Stars are only the rain of the Absolute.

With her mouth closed, her mind screamed.

Your thoughts are more real than you are.

My thoughts and actions made me who I am.

The ancestor of every action is a thought

I recreate myself; that is my only power.

In the end, the world returns to a grain.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go

Your future begins with your next thought.

They are both spectacular, Life and death.

In every sound, the hidden silence sleeps.

From everything, nothing looks to nothing.