Dancing is when you rise above both worlds, tearing your heart to pieces & giving up your soul
In Winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep Work covertly, preparing for their Spring.
Hear this if you can: If you want to reach him You have to go beyond yourself And when you finally arrive at the land of absence Be silent Don’t say a thing Ecstasy, not words, is the language spoken there
The Beloved is with you in the midst of your seeking! He holds your hand wherever you wander.
The wealth within you, your essence, is your kingdom.
You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.