Let us die, and dying, reply. Most people guard against going into the fire, and so end up in it. I saw you and became empty. To praise is to praise how one surrenders to the emptiness. We rarely hear the inward music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless, When the ocean surges, don't let me just hear it.
Friends are enemies sometimes, and enemies friends.
Nightingales are put in cages because their songs give pleasure. A secret turning in us makes the universe turn. Head unaware of feet, and feet head. They keep turning. Dance, when you're broken open.