it isn't that we're alone or not alonewhose voice do you want mine? yours?

we're lost where the mind can't find usutterly lost

don't wait for the man standing in the snowto cut off his arm help him now

that stone Buddha deserves all the birdshit it getsI wave my skinny arms like a tall flower in the wind

I'd love to give you somethingbut what would help?

Hearing a crow with no mouthCry in the deepDarkness of the night, I feel a longing forMy father before he was born.

clouds very high looknot one word helped them get up there

born born everything is always bornthinking about it try not to

We must not be defined by what we do, but we must be what and who we are, then only happen to do what we do!

To do the work of others is slavery. To do the work of God is true liberation.

Divorced from the cosmos, from nature, from society and from each other, we have become fractured and fragmented.

Never give up. If you don’t give up, you will get there in the end.

My son's always showing me pictures of dinosaurs and asking me what their names are. I dont know so I make stuff up: That son is a thesaurus.

[Donald Trump administration] didn't ask me to stay and 40 years seemed like enough.

Everything is a reenactment. We are reenacting the world in the mind. The world is not inside there. It does not reside in the gray matter of the brain.

What a man misses mostly in heaven is company.

Whatever enchants also guides and protects.

Jesus Christ accomplished everything that God the Father started at the creation, and that includes total health.