Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be released.

Indefinite plans get dubious results.

Stress is basically a disconnection from the earth, a forgetting of the breath.

I still write with pen and paper and have someone type it on a computer. But rewriting I do by hand.

Watch yourself. Every minute we change. It is a great opportunity. At any point, we can step out of our frozen selves and our ideas and begin fresh.

In the West, a teacher imparts knowledge to a student. In the East, a teacher transmits nothing more or less than his or her Being.

It is simply that person's time. Ours will come in this lifetime or the next. No matter. Continue to practice.