You are not one you are a Thousand. Just Light your Lantern.
At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come, I’ll sit up and sing.
Your way begins at the other side. Become the sky.
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.
You are a lover of your own experience ... not of me ... you turn to me to feel ur own emotion
No better love than love with no objective, no more satisfying work than work with no purpose. If you could give up tricks and cleverness, that would be the cleverest trick!