Music is the language of the spirit. It opens the secret of life bringing peace, abolishing strife.
Hate is a dead thing. Who of you would be a tomb?
You may give them your love, but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts.
Let there be spaces in your togetherness
Poetry is not the opinion stated. It is a song that appears instead of a bloody wound or a smiling mouth.
Your freedom when it loses its fetters becomes itself the fetter of a greater freedom.