Be kind to yourself, dear - to our innocent follies. Forget any sounds or touch you knew that did not help you dance. You will come to see that all evolves us.
Forget every touch or sound that did not teach you how to dance
Listen to the sound of waves within you.
Since I was cut from the reedbed I have made this crying sound. Anyone separated from someone he loves understands what I say. Anyone pulled from a Source longs to go back.
Enough of words. Come to me without a sound.
Seek the sound that never ceases. Seek the sun that never sets.
Listen to the unstruck sounds, and what sifts through that music.