May the words we speak be as true as the breath we breathe. May they mingle with the night breeze and make poems in thy praise.
Express your inner self...express the spirit inside of you. Rub it's essence off onto the world, so that it can feel you too.
This silence swallows the past. The rushing current of a cosmic wind, blends as a stream of sound. Individual notes and words are lost in ecstatic remembrance; rapt worship of immanent equality.
