quotes 4 - 26 -13
Ã¢ÂÂTrees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.Ã¢ÂÂ
This place is a dream.
Only a sleeper considers it real.
Then death comes like dawn,
and you wake up laughing
at what you thought was your grief. Rumi
Ã¢ÂÂI want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.Ã¢ÂÂ
Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.