When your prayer is of laughter and tears, it is a true prayer

Sing until your breath crackles to the last.
Note what is caught upon the passing wind.
Laugh until the pains squeeze authority into chaotic blasts,
and then into puny puffs.
Cry until the peak of your tears,
like the pure tips of a wave before it folds into the gulping sea.
Ah, but love when your heart beats the beat of nights full of daffodils,
for then you are.If you can allow your tears totality, then you are.

-Anonymous and from OSHO