Dance Until You Shatter Yourself.

You Think The Shadow Is The Substance.

Something Opens Our Wings. Something Makes Boredom And Hurt Disappear. Someone Fills The Cup In Front Of Us: We Taste Only Sacredness.

Dance Where You Can Break Yourself Up To Pieces And Totally Abandon Your Worldly Passions.

Every Forest Branch Moves Differently In The Breeze, But As They Sway They Connect At The Roots.

I Honor Those Who Try To Rid Themselves Of Any Lying, Who Empty The Self And Have Only Clear Being There.