Once we get to know where and why the skeletons of the past are buried, we can start wading across our muddled memories into the open plains of a new horizon. ("Going back to yesterday")

Let us dare to dream and shoot for the moon. Even if we don’t fetch the moon, a million stars may fill us with wonder. ("Happiness blowing in the wind")

People die from lack of shared empathy and affinity. By establishing social connectedness, we give hope a chance and the other can become heaven. ( "Le ciel c'est l'autre" )

When scorching passion only leaves ashes of unfulfilled dreams, hope may entice the sprinkling magic of our imagination into livening up the footlights on a new stage of life. ("Taken for a ride")

If bees die, people will die. Only ignorance never dies! ("Why step out of nature ?")

Let us keep enough money to enjoy each breath we take, but definitely not too much, if we don’t want to spoil the fragrance of our dreams and the poem of life.

What a wonderful world it could be, when spiritual factions would choose to read sacred writings as colorful metaphors and not as bloody declarations of war. (“Is heaven a place in the sky?”)

A living together becomes a living apart, when the pineal gland has not been able to create a luster of spiritual togetherness and emotional attachment. (“I wonder what went wrong.” )

Emotion often outwits intelligence, while intuition renders life surprisingly fluent and enjoyable. ("Le ciel c'est l'autre")

Is heaven a place in the sky?Heaven is what we wear in our heart and in our mind. ( “Is heaven a place in the sky?” )

When words remain unspoken and emotions are left unexpressed, just a glint in the eyes from otherness can inflame the mind and rouse a shower of empathy. ("Only needed a light ")

Find Gratitude Happiness will follow you.

Each soul should know the sacred spirit.

Love has a beginning but love has no ending.

Katie, honey, you need a date for your sister’s wedding.”“I had a date, Mom. He’s marrying the bride.

You become about as exciting as your food blender. The kids come in, look you in the eye, and ask if anybody's home.

However the Southern man may have been master of the negro, there were compensatory processes whereby certain negroes were masters of their masters' children.

We adults, our policies, our ways of governance, are responsible for poverty, not the children.

Lions and tigers, and bears, oh my! - Dorothy in Wizard of Oz

Today I am born anew and my birthplace is a vineyard where there is fruit for all.

Every person in the organization must change inside their hearts and minds, so that they themselves become principle centred.