Poetry is more than a form of art. It's a vibration and a pulsing heart. Whether it's sour or whether it's sweet. It can give you strength no one can defeat

Don't live by my words, don't die by them, chew them slowly digest them, and smile if they give nourishment to your soul.

Basically all the religions, sciences and powers of the world boil down to a simple truth. The Best Story Teller will win in the end!

The wheel of life has many spokes yet so few people ever leave the hub.

Believe what you believe and it will be, believe what others believe and they will consume you!

Total Enlightenment is 'Vision without Purpose'.

When I took my poetry class in school. I read an e. e. cummings poem. I don’t mind eels except how they feels and maybe as meals. I knew there was hope for me.

I've always wondered how much can you do for your fellow man if your hands are constantly stuck together in Prayers for them?

When it's all over and the dust from our Ancestors bodies and our own settle from the four winds only then will we see that we were here!

Maybe we should Create a 'Happy God Day' and make it the one day of the year you can't kill each other.

Substance of your belief has nothing to do with the size of the book you use or how often you open it.

Blurred is the picture, To not know what's next! Is it the laughter that awaits, Or sorrows lined up to dictate. Untold, unclear is...A story of our fate!

A sage is a former fool who has become tired of himself.A foolish sage is one who forgets this.Remember, or come full circle.

It was one thing to use computers as a tool, quite another to let them do your thinking for you.

It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.

Those who cook up stories will get into hot water.

..., twice two is four is not life, gentlemen, but the beginning of death.

I can't remember anything without a sadness so deep that it hardly becomes known to me, so deep that its tears leave me a spectator of my own stupidity.

In the poorest of the poor we see Jesus in distressed guise.

How do I know who I am or where I am? How could a single wave locate itself in an ocean.

Once you have the psychedelic tool in hand then some real choices have to be made.