Poems

Everything collapses, everything is re-assembled, is making it ever
itself an eternal building. All class, all meet again, forever
remain faithful to the substance of the ring itself.

Nepierodi to prosperity - it is temporary, you who own
- Learn to lose you as happy - learn to suffer.

Every time you look at things from another side or
different eyes, we feel that things have changed.

Win - withholding the mayor got trouble - be reasonable.

We complain that everything is changing, there is nothing to do
can not startup! But, then there would be more reason
complain if you really would not change anything, everything, and there
We know and can trust that it is there? Do not
would not have ended any movement or action? Do not
apnicība? And at the end, or it would not be death? And death and
nekustības dead but we fear the most? Is there
nau misunderstanding? The idea of ​​uncertainty? Maybe we are both
time: movement and nekustiba?

All things to look only as a transient phenomenon, with
nau legacy. But while the above cast
the value of all things, and sharper and deeper into her felt as
they are not repeated.

The happiness comes trouble, after an accident - happiness. Not
continuous accident, not a continuous happiness.

Success is not worthy of joy, failure - melancholy: all
variable and nothing of man depends.

Each bird his nest owner.

loves us - there is only our native hearth.

Sixty-aged people are beginning to realize homey
value.

House - building, intended as a place of residence in humans, mice,
rats, flies, mosquitoes, fleas, germs and
microbes.

good house, a well-dwellers.

present neķersies, home of the house not to become.

little bird from the nest fell out, back is not cheap anymore.