“There is an ocean of pure vibrant consciousness inside each one of us.”

The big treasury is an ocean of infinite creativity. It’s a creativity that creates everything that is a thing – it’s mighty powerful creativity.

Inside, we are ageless and when we talk to ourselves, it’s the same age of the person we were talking to when we were little. It’s the body that is changing around that ageless center.

New mysteries. New day. Fresh doughnuts.

When you have something that brings a real emotion, that’s the power of cinema.

We think we understand the rules when we become adults but what we really experience is a narrowing of the imagination.

We only dream of images we already have inside of us.

Mystery is the number one conjurer of ideas.

There is an ocean of creativity within every human being.

Float with me in the world of ether.

The world is as you are.

I like to remember things my own way. How I remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened.

I don’t like the word ironic. I like the word absurdity, and I don’t really understand the word ‘irony’ too much. The irony comes when you try to verbalize the absurd. When irony happens without words, it’s much more exalted.

Through the darkness of future past, the magician longs to see, one chance out between two worlds, fire walk with me!

If you keep your eye on the doughnut and do your work, that’s all you can control. You can’t control any of what’s out there, outside yourself.

I started Transcendental Meditation in 1973 and have not missed a single meditation ever since. Twice a day, every day. It has given me effortless access to unlimited reserves of energy, creativity and happiness deep within.

I like darkness and confusion and absurdity, but I like to know that there could be a little door that you could go out into a safe life area of happiness.

Sometimes the sun shies away, from how the ocean slays, and the ocean keeps its promise, to slay until it sees the sunrays!

Those pages became the ocean I left my traces on.

You glow like a radiant moon even amidst on ocean of scars.

Take me back to the ocean I need to hear her say you’re as powerful as me.

A simple love can be deeper than any ocean.

Into the soft sand I will carve your name and let the ocean steal what little remains.

There are ocean waves inside these veins – constantly pulling me to you.

Be a calm wave in your ocean of chaos.