Face your life, its pain, its pleasure, leave no path untaken.

Sleep my little baby-oh
Sleep until you waken
When you wake you'll see the world
If I'm not mistaken...

Kiss a lover
Dance a measure,
Find your name
And buried treasure...

Face your life
Its pain,
Its pleasure,
Leave no path untaken.

Take the joy and bear the sorrow, looking past your hopes and fears: learn to recognize the measured
dance that orders all our years.

Put down your hollow tips, And kiss your lover's lips, And know that fate is what we make of it.

Life is the dancer and you are the dance.

Embrace your life, find what it is that you love, and pursue it with all your soul. For if you do not, when you come to die, you will find that you have not lived.

Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it, because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.

However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are.