The Moon Has Become A Dancer At

Looking At My Life I See That Only Love Has Been My Soul’s Companion From Deep Inside My Soul Cries Out: Do Not Wait, Surrender For The Sake Of Love.

Things Are Such That Someone Lifting A Cup, Or Watching The Rain, Petting A Dog, Or Singing, Just Singing - Could Be Doing As Much For This Universe As Anyone.

The Friend Who Knows A Lot More Than You Do Will Bring Difficulties, And Grief, And Sickness, As Medicine, As Happiness, As The Essence Of The Moment When You're Beaten When You Hear Checkmate, And Can Finally Say, I Trust You To Kill Me.

Your Hand Opens And Closes, Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralysed. Your Deepest Presence Is In Every Small Contracting And Expanding, The Two As Beautifully Balanced And Coordinated As Birds' Wings.

In Order To Understand The Dance One Must Be Still. And In Order To Truly Understand Stillness One Must Dance.