When the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray.

Not the ones speaking the same language, but the ones sharing the same feeling understand each other.

Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.

You have been walking the ocean's edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under and deeper under, a thousand times deeper. Love flows down. The ground submits to the sky and suffers what comes. Tell me, is the earth worse for giving in like that? Do not put blankets over the drum. Open completely.

Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly.

For the thirst to possess your love, Is worth my blood a hundred times.

I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.