It Is Not A Question Of Who

I Believe That My Whole Creative Life Stemmed From This Magic Hour Under The Stars On That Hilltop.

We Can Hear The Silent Voice Of The Spiritual Universe Within Our Own Hearts.

The Gods Have Meant That I Should Dance And In Some Mystic Hour I Shall Move To Unheard Rhythms Of The Cosmic Orchestra Of Heaven And You Will Know The Language Of My Wordless Poems And Will Come To Me For That Is Why I Dance.

Every Artist Is Both Male And Female, And ... Sometimes, The Two Great Elements Are In Conjunction With Him, So That All By Himself He Suddenly Gets The Melody And The Burst Of Feeling Of A Great Symphony Without Any External Stimuli.

We Should Realize In A Vivid And Revolutionary Sense That We Are Not In Our Bodies But Our Bodies Are In Us.