At first, the words are just words — keeping time to a wooden frog, standing between what is and what's anticipated.
Let the songs fall into your space.
And when they do, don't ask anything of them.
Don't ask them to soothe what is already supple. Don't expect them to release what is already unbound.
Just steep in them until your bones are soaked through.
And offer them back to the ground they never left.
Countless people publish songs of liberation and devotion with nothing more than an aspiration to help others be freed from suffering. May all benefit from their infinite kindness.