This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.
Be with those who help your being.
The heart is the secret inside the secret.
When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and Ah! Let the soul emerge.
Dancing is when you rise above both worlds, tearing your heart to pieces & giving up your soul
Its good to leave each day behind, like flowing water, free of sadness. Yesterday is gone and its tale told. Today new seeds are growing.