Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what's hidden.
In the house of lovers, the music never stops, the walls are made of songs & the floor dances
Come sit with me! Let us drink the holy wine of happiness.
Before death takes away what you are given, give away what there is to give.
Weep like the waterwheel, that green herbs may spring up from the courtyard of your soul. If you wish for tears, have mercy on one who sheds tears; if you wish mercy, show mercy to the weak.
You think the shadow is the substance.