The Mirror Of The Heart Must Be

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.

This Being Human Is A Guest House. Every Morning A New Arrival. Welcome And Entertain Them All!

If You Follow The Ways In Which You Were Trained, Which You May Have Inherited, For No Other Reason Than This, You Are Illogical.

Whatever Posessions And Objects Of Its Desires The Lower Self May Obtain, It Hangs On To Them, Refusing To Let Them Go Out Of Greed For More, Or Out Of Fear Of Poverty And Need.

Let People Catch Something From Your Heart That Will Cause No Discomfort, But Help Them To Sing.