We live in our language like blind men walking on the edge of an abyss. This language is laden with future catastrophes. The day will come when it will turn against those who speak it.

Those who are happiest are those who do the most for others.

Ah, young love. I will miss seeing how this unfolds." -DezPierre

I'm sounding out the silence, avoiding all the words.

I always tell people a clean cooking area is a clean mind which is available for the creativity.

There's lower mystical kundalini and higher mystical kundalini. There are ranges within the range.

I was a woman before I was an abolitionist. I must speak for the women.

A babe in a house is a well-spring of pleasure.

If we just stay at the crest of the mycelial wave, it will take us into heretofore unknown territories that will be just magnificent in their implications.

Meditation speaks. It speaks in silence.

Make finding the good in others a priority