Life’s major challenge: getting reborn often enough.

Dance, vaudeville, drama, movies – as a child I loved everything that went on in a theater.

My earliest poems sing of the absolute necessity of allowing love to invade and pervade one’s life. That can make the miracle happen in reality. Try it.

You’re closer to your glory leaping an abyss than re-upholstering a rut.

Follow your own weird.

At every crossroad, be prepared to bump into wonder.

Life is adventure, not predicament.

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.

True delicacy is not a fragile thing.

Consciousness is the glory of creation.