Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

Your legs will get heavy and tired. Then comes a moment of feeling the wings you've grown, lifting.

Your calling my name is My reply. Your longing for Me is My message to you.

Sing to me in the silence of your heart and I will rise up to hear your triumphant song.

‎Dancing is not just getting up painlessly, like a leaf blown on the wind; dancing is when you tear your heart out and rise out of your body to hang suspended between the worlds.

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep.