Any wine will get you high. Judge like a king, and choose the purest, the ones unadulterated with fear, or some urgency about "what's needed."
Daylight, full of small dancing particles. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.
This dance is the joy of existence.
In loveโs country, language doesnโt have its place. Love is mute.
Stay in the spiritual fire. Let it cook you.