The soul of the philosopher lies wake in their head
The soul of the poet soars in their heart
The soul of the singer vibrates in their throat.
But the soul of the dancer lives in all of their body.
Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind.
The love of a parent for a child is the love that should grow towards separation.
If indeed you must be candid, be candid beautifully.
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
What the soul longs for, is attained by the spirit.