What matters is how quickly you do what your soul directs.

Why should I be weary when every cell of my body is bursting with life?

I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow and called out, 'It tastes sweet, does it not?' 'You've caught me,' grief answered, 'and you've ruined my business. How can I sell sorrow, when you know it's a blessing?

I died as a mineral and became a plant, I died as a plant and rose to animal, I died as an animal and I was Man. Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?

The soul has been given its own ears to hear things mind does not understand.

But listen to me. For one moment quit being sad. Hear blessings dropping their blossoms around you.

Dancing is when you rise above both worlds, tearing your heart to pieces & giving up your soul