Your cravings as a human animal do not become a prayer just because it is God whom you ask to attend to them.

Your position never gives you the right to command. It only imposes on you the duty of so living your life that others can receive your orders without being humiliated.

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 light died in the low clouds. Falling snow drank in the dusk. Shrouded in silence, the branches wrapped me in their peace. When the boundaries were erased, once again the wonder: that *I* exist.

Creative people have to be fed from the divine source.

Doffing the ego's safe glory, he finds his naked reality.

It was when Lucifer first congratulated himself upon his angelic behavior that he became the tool of evil.