In this mob of I's inside, which one is me? Hear me out. I know I'm wandering, but don't start putting a lid on this racket. No telling what I'll do then. Every moment I'm thrown by your story. One moment it's happy, and I'm singing. One moment it's sad, and I'm weeping. It turns bitter, and I pull away. But then you spill a little grace, and just like that, I'm all light. It's not so bad, this arrangement, actually.

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

Water the fruit trees and don’t water the thorns.

You already have the precious mixture that will make you well. Use it.

When lovers of life get ready to dance, the earth shakes and the sky trembles.

If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?

Dance when you're perfectly free.