You have forgotten the One who doesn't care about ownership, who doesn't try to turn a profit from every human exchange.

Dancing is when you rise above both worlds, tearing your heart to pieces & giving up your soul

Is it really so that the one I love is everywhere?

Every fragile beauty, every perfect forgotten sentence, you grieve their going away, but that is not how it is. Where they come from never goes dry. It is an always flowing spring.

Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.

There is a fountain inside you. Don't walk around with an empty bucket.

If words come out of the heart, they will enter the heart.