Whatever purifies you is the right path, I will not try to define it.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
I am weary of personal worrying, in love with the art of madness.
Stop searching here and there, the jewels are inside YOU.
I am not this hair, I am not this skin, I am the soul that lives within.