The less I seek my source for some definitive, the closer I am to fine.

Begin my studies with the paper and this pencil and i'm working through the grammar of my fears.

Love is selflessness and self-fullness; it can only be known deeply with an open, vulnerable heart.

The truth that people are missing about certain things, you know when they get fearful and they get hateful, and they repress other peoples, is the greatest truth of all, you know, the truth of love and understanding and clarity about all those issues. And it's like, one day, one day, everybody's gonna know, myself included, over certain things. But, so it's like, it's alright, you know, you hate me now, but that's cool, because I see a better day and I know that there's a higher truth, and you're wrong about hating me because I'm gay.

I pray as part of my mindfulness practice and try to recount my day, all my triumphs and foibles, before I go to sleep at night. These practices keep me calm for the most part.

And there's always retrospect to light a clearer path.

Now I know a refuge never grows from a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose gotta tend the earth if you want a rose.