Endings and beginnings look just the same.

The beauty that lies hidden, makes my soul tremble with awe.

I am giving birth. I am midwife to myself. Now is a new life full of possibilities. I must be strong like a child.

In poetry we pare down our thoughts into their most graceful shapes, like minimalist sculptures.

What we could consider magic, may just be science that we don’t understand yet.

I could feel a deep connection to Spirit in every glorious sunset and awesome wonder in every uncurling flower, but I couldn’t feel anything like that in the hollow words of men gone by.

I can't keep myself from creativity. Ideas flash like lightning burning my bones. It must flow out of my hands or it will burst me apart.

There's something about water that washes away the cares of the mind and heart.

Today I trust me. I trust in my perceptions. Today I will live my own truth that glows within, a life of no deceptions.

Our wishes become real and solid if we work on their formation. If it matters to you, make energy become matter.

Love is a poem that keeps on writing itself, sweeping us along.

There is nothing which we receive with so much reluctance as advice.

More times than I’m willing to admit I am my own worst enemy, which suggests that more times than I’m willing to admit I should allow God to be my own best friend.

I love the ocean and have a passion for surfing, even though I'm not very good at it. I like getting out there and paddling around.

The more connected that individual is to an issue they care about, the higher probability there is they will stay involved over a longer period of time.

I rode fire trucks, slid down fire poles, wore a lot of red, and made a lot of appearances. I've always had a special place in my heart for fire fighters.

Being blinded by young love. I remember the feeling, when I first fell in love - you don't see the world the same way that other people see it. You don't see the same boundaries.

I'm drawn to filmmaking that can transport me. Film can immerse you, put you there.

In real existence there is only unity.

O Music! how it grieves me that imprudence, intemperance, gluttony, should open their channels into thy sacred stream.

I want you to sing with rapture and dance like a dervish.