The great religions are the ships, Poets the life boats. Every sane person I know has jumped overboard.

What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!

Join me in the pure atmosphere of gratitude for life.

I know you have a hundred complex cases against God in court, but never mind, let's just get out of this mess.

Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.

People say that the soul, on hearing the song of creation, entered the body, but in reality the soul itself was the song.

This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings so love, love, love.