Faith is what is left after all your beliefs have been blown to hell.

Creativity springs from the yearning to be the fullness of who you are.

Fear of death only comes through the brittleness of the ego.

Truth waits for eyes unclouded by longing.

Caring is a reflex. Someone slips, your arm goes out. A car is in the ditch, you join others and push... You live, you help.

When the faith is strong enough, it is sufficient just to be. Its a journey towards simplicity, towards quietness, towards a kind of joy that is not in time. Its a journey that has taken us from primary identification with our body and our psyche, on to an identification with God, and ultimately beyond identification.

My life is a creative act--like a painting, or a concerto.