Unless your heart sings and dances you are not really living, you are only dragging: fulfilling certain duties, going through certain rituals, somehow managing and maintaining a facade. But deep inside, there is emptiness and a great trembling because one knows in the deepest part of the heart that life is not yet fulfilled, that one has not yet been able to sing one’s song. Everybody is born with a song, his song, and unless he sings it he remains unfulfilled.

Just look at a tree when it blossoms and you will see great contentment surrounding it, great rejoicing. It is dancing because it has come home; it has fulfilled the task given to it. It is no longer empty, it is overflowing. Flowers come only when the tree is overflowing. And songs also come only when one is overflowing.