Something of himself is reflected in all his writings..
"I am willing to be buried in my sweat up to my neck..
As long as I stand in your presence once and have my fill", the love that made him say didn't keep him in his decision.
Sometimes like the thundering sky, sometimes like the quiet ground spread out..
Sometimes sharper than a sword, sometimes softer than a mother's voice and sometimes as capricious as poetry..
Gratitude to the heart that presented us with writings that make the reader say "I'm glad I read them"...