Can you become a little child? Unblinking and unaffected by externals, wandering aimlessly, resting where put, following the current of things, ignorant of the distinctions of sex. After all, what does a dead man know of desire?: for a child is yet dead.
A child can cry all day without its throat becoming hoarse. Can you too speak from the source? Can you speak as yourself, rather than as your voice? Can you lay your mind open to the Universe, fearless of the consequences?