One, remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Two, never give up work. work gives you meaning and purpose and life is empty without it. Three, if you are lucky enough to find love, remember it is there and don't throw it away.
The earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
The sparrow hops along the veranda, with wet feet.
It was the work of the quiet mountains, this torrent of purity at my feet.
Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows.