We rarely hear the inward music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless.
My soul gave me good counsel, teaching me to love. Love was for me a delicate thread stretched between two adjacent pegs, but now it has been transformed into a halo, its first is its last, and its last is its first. It encompases every being, slowly expanding to embrace all that ever will be.
Oh my friend, all that you see of me is a shell, the rest belongs to love.
You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
I come to YOU without ME, come to ME without YOU.