Dance where you can break yourself up to pieces and totally abandon your worldly passions.
Listen to presences inside poems.
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
Speak any language, Turkish, Greek, Persian, Arabic, but always speak with love
The breath of the flute player: does it belong to the flute?
Ground yourself, strip yourself down, To blind loving Silence