Start a huge, foolish project, like Noah…it makes absolutely no difference what people think of you.

Let the beauty of what you love, be what you do.

Be empty of worrying.
Think of who created thought!

Why do you stay in prison
When the door is so wide open?

If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?

You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?

You're water. We're the millstone.
You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes.
You're spirit. We're the opening and closing
of our hands. You're the clarity.
We're the language that tries to say it.
You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.