“Inspiration is God making contact with itself.”

The spiritual journey is individual, highly personal. It can’t be organized or regulated. It isn’t true that everyone should follow one path. Listen to your own truth.

It is important to expect nothing, to take every experience, including the negative ones, as merely steps on the path, and to proceed.

Our whole spiritual transformation brings us to the point where we realize that in our own being, we are enough.

Just relax and trust the process.

In mystical traditions, it is one’s own readiness that makes experiences exoteric or esoteric.

When you are already in Detroit, you don’t have to take a bus to get there.

Only that in you which is me can hear what I’m saying.

In most of our human relationships, we spend much of our time reassuring one another that our costumes of identity are on straight.

Don’t think about the past. Just be here now.

What you meet in another being is the projection of your own level of evolution.

Our interactions with one another reflect a dance between love and fear.

Every religion is the product of the conceptual mind attempting to describe the mystery.

Do what you can on this plane to relieve suffering by constantly working on yourself to be an instrument for the cessation of suffering. To me, that’s what the emerging game is all about.

Your problem is you are too busy holding on to your unworthiness.

The freer I get, the higher I go. The higher I go, the more I see. The more I see, the less I know. The less I know, the more I’m free.

Emotions are like waves. Watch them disappear in the distance on the vast calm ocean.

Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear

Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were.

The life so short, the craft so long to learn.

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art– Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite.

So therefore I dedicate myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.

Skating alone is an art. Doing it on a substance? I don’t know. That’s got to be tough.

All creative art is magic, is evocation of the unseen in forms persuasive, enlightening, familiar and surprising.