For Me, Prose Walks, Poetry

Acclaim Is A Distraction.

Everything Is Song. Everything Is Silence. Since It All Turns Out To Be Illusion, Perfectly Being What It Is, Having Nothing To Do With Good Or Bad, You Are Free To Die Laughing.

Consciousness Is The Glory Of Creation.

True Delicacy Is Not A Fragile Thing.

At Every Crossroad, Be Prepared To Bump Into Wonder.