

At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language - door and open the love - window. The moon won’t use the door, only the window.

We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves.


If the mind becomes balanced and detached, and comes to dwell in its own true home, imbued with reverence for the Divine, then it enjoys the essence of supreme spiritual wisdom; it shall never feel hunger again.

I’ve watched space shrink and time change. I’ve watched the whole development of digital media and the web ignite a shift in consciousness about who we are.

Action may not always bring happiness, but there is no happiness without action.
