For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves.

You have to try the impossible to achieve the possible

I sped through heaven and saw god at work. I suffered holy pains. I dropped all my defenses and was afraid of nothing in the world. I accepted all things and to all things I gave up my heart.

. . . gentleness is stronger than severity, water is stronger than rock, love is stronger than force.

The world was so beautiful when regarded like this, without searching, so simply, in such a childlike way. Moons and stas were beautiful, beautiful were bank and stream, forest and rocks, goat and gold-bug, flower and butterfly. So lovely, so delightful to go through the world this way, so like a child, awake, open to what is near, without distrust.

Were not the gods forms created like me and you, mortal, transient?

Art is contemplation of the world in a state of grace and imaginatively reflecting that subjective understanding.