“Anger can kill, even a feather gently blowing in the wind.”

“Way is, where way goes. As a wind that blows and the bird that soars, into the open blue, where it neither knows when do is due.”

“We are just wind on this earth, wind breathing in air.”

“Hope is like a word made with cloud, without faith, it quickly blows away.”

“Why after the dust settles, someone has to come by and blow at it, stirring it up into the air again?”

“Do we kill time, or does time ultimately kill us?”

“Suicide is a hasty unresolved death that slowly kills those close-by day by day.”