On A Day When The Wind Is

Whatever Lifts The Corners Of Your Mouth, Trust That

In Each Moment The Fire Rages, It Will Burn Away A Hundred Veils. And Carry You A Thousand Steps Toward Your Goal.

I See My Beauty In You.

All Language Is A Longing For Home.

Dance, When You're Broken Open. Dance, If You've Torn The Bandage Off. Dance In The Middle Of The Fighting. Dance In Your Blood. Dance When You're Perfectly Free.