This dance is the joy of existence.
There is a fountain inside you. Don't walk around with an empty bucket.
Let us put away our blinders and answer the call to Joy.
This world is in deep trouble, from top to bottom. But it can be swiftly healed by the balm of love.
Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains...
When someone critises or disagrees with you, a small ant of hatred and antagonism is born in your heart. If you do not squash that ant at once, it might grow into a snake, or even a dragon.