Beyond living and dreaming there is something more important: waking up.

Under all that we think, lives all we believe, like the ultimate veil of our spirits

Has my heart gone to sleep? Have the beehives of my dreams stopped working, the waterwheel of the mind run dry, scoops turning empty, only shadow inside? No, my heart is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. Not asleep, not dreaming— its eyes are opened wide watching distant signals, listening on the rim of vast silence

Life is the path you beat while you walk it.

At the very smallest wheel of our reasoning it is possible for a handful of questions to break the bank of our answers.

Death is something we don't have to fear, since as long as we exist death doesn't and when it does we don't.

Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt - marvellous error! - That it was God I had here inside my heart.