Humble Yourself, You’ll Grow Greater Than The

You Are The Root Of Heaven, The Morning Star, The Bright Moon, The House Of Endless Love

Whatever Purifies You Is The Correct Road.

Something Opens Our Wings. Something Makes Boredom And Hurt Disappear. Someone Fills The Cup In Front Of Us: We Taste Only Sacredness.

Is Your Face A Beautiful Blossom Or A Sweet Torture? I Have No Complaints But My Heart Is Tempted To Let You Hear Of Its Sorrows.

‎dancing Is Not Just Getting Up Painlessly, Like A Leaf Blown On The Wind; Dancing Is When You Tear Your Heart Out And Rise Out Of Your Body To Hang Suspended Between The Worlds.