The devils enter uninvited when the house stands empty. For other kinds of guests, you have to first open the door.

You dare your Yes - and experience a meaning...You repeat your Yes - and all things acquire a meaning...When everything has a meaning, how can you live anything but a YES.

For all that has been, Thank you. For all that is to come, Yes!

The truth is so simple that it is regarded as a pretentious banality.

You wake from dreams of doom and--for a moment--you know: beyond all the noise and the gestures, the only real thing, love's calm unwavering flame in the half-light of an early dawn.

You take the pen, and the lines dance. You take the flute and the notes shimmer. You take the brush, and the colors sing. So all things have meaning and beauty in that space beyond time where you are. How, then, can I hold back anything from you?

The longest journey is the journey inward.