No One Can Tell If

Silence Gives Answers.

Dance, When You're Broken Open. Dance, If You've Torn The Bandage Off. Dance In The Middle Of The Fighting. Dance In Your Blood. Dance When You're Perfectly Free.

Students Of Cunning Have Consumed Their Hearts And Learned Only Tricks; They've Thrown Away Real Riches: Patience, Self-sacrifice, Generosity. Rich Thought Opens The Way.

The Work Of Magic Is This, That It Breathes And At Every Breath Transforms Realities.

I Grow Silent. Dear Soul, You Speak.