Rise up nimbly and go on your strange journey!
Happy, not from anything that happens. Warm, not from fire or a hot bath. Light, I register zero on a scale.
The world is a playground, and death is the night.
Last night my teacher taught me the lesson of Poverty: Having nothing and wanting nothing.
I never really cared for the things of this world. It was the glow of Your Presence that filled it with beauty.
That's how you came here, like a star without a name. Move across the night sky with those anonymous lights.