You Dance Inside My Chest, Where No

We Rarely Hear The Inward Music, But We're All Dancing To It Nevertheless.

You Are The Mirror Of Divine Beauty.

The Dark Thought, The Shame, The Malice, Meet Them At The Door Laughing, And Invite Them In.

There Is A Morning Inside You Waiting To Burst Open Into Light.

In Order To Understand The Dance One Must Be Still. And In Order To Truly Understand Stillness One Must Dance.