Body Electric

In the green morning I wanted to be a heart. Heart And in the ripened afternoon I wanted to be a nightingale. Nightingale. (Soul, turn orange. Soul, turn the color of love.) In the living morning I wanted to be I. Heart. And in the dying afternoon I wanted to be my voice. Nightingale. (Soul, turn orange! Soul, turn the color of love!)

At the heart of all great art is an essential melancholy.

My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who and how you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness. Continue to allow humor to lighten the burden of your tender heart.

Water is the softest thing, yet it can penetrate mountains and earth. This shows clearly the principle of softness overcoming hardness.

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.