I am so mad with love that mad men say to me - be still!
The fluteplayer puts breath into a flute, and who makes the music? Not the flute. The Fluteplayer!
Whosoever knoweth the power of the dance, dwelleth in God.
Gratitude is the wine for the soul. Go on. Get drunk.
You're water. We're the millstone. You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes. You're spirit. We're the opening and closing of our hands. You're the clarity. We're the language that tries to say it. You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.
Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.