First steps are always the hardest but until they are taken the notion of progress remains only a notion and not an achievement.

The act of writing itself is much like the construction of a mirror made of words. Looking at certain illuminated corners of or cracks within the mirror, the author can see fragments of an objective reality that comprise the physical universe, social communities, political dynamics, and other facets of human existence. Looking in certain other corners of the same mirror, he or she may experience glimpses of a True Self sheltered deftly behind a mask of public proprieties.

A horn of plenty spills from your hands into the starved lives of millions.

Varieties of angels, like varieties of love, are many.

Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.

Shine your soul with the same egoless humility as the rainbow and no matter where you go in this world or the next, love will find you, attend you, and bless you.

Most people are slow to champion love because they fear the transformation it brings into their lives. And make no mistake about it: love does take over and transform the schemes and operations of our egos in a very mighty way.