In the silence of LOVE you will find the Spark of LIFE.
Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots.
If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?
Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.
When the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray.
Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light and no land anywhere, cloudcover thick. I try to stay just above the surface, yet I'm already under and living within the ocean.