Awareness of the inner body is consciousness remembering its origin and returning to the Source.

The past has no power over the present moment.

The primary cause of unhappiness is never the situation but your thoughts about it.

When you become comfortable with uncertainty, infinite possibilities open up in your life.

When you complain, you make yourself a victim. Leave the situation, change the situation or accept it, all else is madness.

Stop looking outside for scraps of pleasure or fulfillment, for validation, security, or love - you have a treasure within that is infinitely greater than anything the world can offer.

When you live in complete acceptance of what is, that is the end of all drama in your life.

In today's rush we all think too much, seek too much, want too much and forget about the joy of just Being.

Observe your thoughts, don't believe them.

Some changes look negative on the surface but you will soon realize that space is being created in your life for something new to emerge.

You are not separate from the whole. You are one with the sun, the earth, the air. You don’t have a life. You are life.

Never fear having your ideas stolen. Your creative idea is a image you are painting like a picture on a canvas, they may "steal" your idea, however they cannot steal your paints.

Only Live Like You (OLLY)

Money is worth nothing if it can't buy you the opportunity to love more.

It is the province of poetry to be more realistic and present than the artificial narratives of an outer discourse, and not afraid of the truthful difficulty of the average human life.

I will never understand how a mother can kill her own baby and not get away with it.

There are two kinds of writer: those that make you think, and those that make you wonder.

All of my peers died of AIDS, and I have no one to celebrate my past or my journey, or to help me pass down stories to the next generation. We lost an entire generation of storytellers with HIV.

I hate the whole race. There is no believing a word they say, your professional poets, I mean there never existed a more worthless set than Byron and his friends for example.

Attraction and aversion create a sense of self. There is no self. They are just thoughts. They are insubstantial. When you die, all the ideas of self will go away.

Dear Die-ary, today I stuffed some dolls full of dead rats I put in the blender. I'm wondering if, maybe, there really is something wrong with me.