Take to the sky – fathoms deep.
Become the salt of the earth and add water.
Don’t think of becoming a painter. Think of becoming a painting.
For your sky of kites, keep an endless green meadow for running and never wake from it.
Do make. But don’t make do.
Wherever I go, I am there and everywhere I’ve ever been.
There’s a place everywhere. Make sure you visit it.
As if by dream, I end up over there, in a world not yet written, but soon.
As you grow older – grow younger.
Live beautifully put.