It was 1975. I had spent the year at the Boston Museum School doing some very bizarre performance works. The last one included going to the North Magnetic Pole and spending all of my money.

Be an artist of consciousness. Your picture of reality is your most important creation. Make it powerfully profoundly beautiful.

Life is a wave of creative consciousness rippling through space and time that we have the honor of aesthetically surfing.

The purpose of truly transcendent art is to express something you are not yet, but something that you can become.

The infinite vibratory levels, the dimensions of interconnectedness are without end. There is nothing independent. All beings and things are residents in your awareness.

Love, consciousness, and creativity are the highest refinements of the cosmic evolutionary force.

Share your presence with others, no boundaries, completely, openly, lovingly. Love is what makes us alive.

When we gaze into the eyes of our beloved, we're staring into the eyes of a sacred mirror, and we recognize our oneness.

The good that binds us is Love, it comes from our Soul, it flows through our center, and connects us with everything.

I acknowledge the privilege of being alive in a human body at this moment, endowed with senses, memories, emotions, thoughts, and the space of mind in its wisdom aspect.

It is very easy to take for granted the phenomenon that we are each alive, but we must try not to.

You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.

If life is what you make it, the building blocks are your desire and your passion.

If your parents never had children, chances are... neither will you.

Never forgetting from where I came and no matter where I'm headed I promise to stay the same

B.O.Y. means ‘Beware of You’… Be aware of your power. We have the choice to live positively or in our own destruction.

The DOE and DOD are among the most notorious offenders of our hazardous waste laws.

Irreverence is easy - whats hard is wit.

Its the most breathtakingly ironic things about living: the fact that we are all-identical twins included-alone. Singular. And yet what we seek-what saves us-is our connection to others.

If there is no love more in yonder heart, it is but a corpse unburied.