Give yourself a kiss. If you want to hold the beautiful one, hold yourself.
No one can tell if Iโm laughing or weeping. I wonder myself.
Listen. Make a way for yourself inside yourself. Stop looking in the other way of looking.
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.
Get yourself out of the way, and let Joy have more space.
Hear this if you can: If you want to reach him You have to go beyond yourself And when you finally arrive at the land of absence Be silent Donโt say a thing Ecstasy, not words, is the language spoken there