Whosoever knoweth the power of the dance, dwelleth in God.
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that light becomes this art.
Everything in the universe is within you. Ask all from yourself.
Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart. Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.
What is planted in each person's soul will sprout.