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.

Feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise.

Last night my teacher taught me the lesson of Poverty: Having nothing and wanting nothing.

Flowers every night Blossom in the sky; Peace in the Infinite, At peace am I.

If we come to sleep we are His drowsy ones And if we come to wake we are in His hands If we come to weeping we are His cloud full of raindrops And if we come to laughing we are His lightning in that moment If we come to anger and battle it is the reflection of His wrath And if we come to peace and pardon it is the reflection of His love Who are we in this complicated world?

Beauty surrounds us.

Your body is away from me, but there is a window open from my heart to yours.