Love itself describes its own perfection. Be speechless and listen.

Be full of sorrow, that you may become hill of joy; weep, that you may break into laughter.

I came to this earth so that I could find my way back to my Beloved.

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.

Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins?

‎Dancing is not just getting up painlessly, like a leaf blown on the wind; dancing is when you tear your heart out and rise out of your body to hang suspended between the worlds.

Where the lips are silent the heart has a thousand tongues.