The most exquisite paradox; as soon as you give it all up, you can have it all.
I'm ensconced in the soul … and I look around and everything is love.
I don't really believe anything I say. Because the nature of my work concerns the spaces between the words, rather than the words themselves.
I'm not interested in being a "lover." I'm interested in only being love.
Birth, death, and suffering all bring us to the very edge of what our minds can understand.
External silence can be the doorway to inner silence.