When I am silent, I fall into the place where everything is music.
Soul, a moving river. Body, the riverbed.
All people on the planet are children, except for a very few. No one is grown up except those free of desire.
Oh soul, you worry too much. You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.
I see my beauty in you.
You show your worth by what you seek.