When a heart has set a course, let it navigate the laughter in failure and generosity in overcoming crisis. Love weaves lives and distills.

Lesser we live, in world’s called bubbles, of opinion makers and few policy makers. And then, comes the pop, gone is our nature, by way of some self-proclaimed needle.

Practice form, recognize forms, hone your natural gift, and let everything you experience teach you to never be a comparison. This is how art lasts, by pulling form first from the past.

Few of us have reached such impasses to claim ourselves to be almighty; as of yet I am not one of the few. Knowing this though sets me apart from the two sides of the many.

Judgments border on figurative cliffs that my pinky finger nudges to the floor of the infinite.

Destroy yourself. Be on the edge of it all, and right before that weird place tells you to let it go completely; let the energy go in all directions. Falling on your face will never be fun, or purposeful. You don't own energy; you own the inertia!

The aspirant of the night is alone, the work merely a bubbly tale; a journeyman funneling ideas into gemstones.

Even over the sound of a thousand voices...I still can hear my own, only after I listened to hers.

Come clean about your true nature before the day the body ceases. Hard not to cling to duality as the excuse, but every brain is manifesting duality as if it is some internal feature projected outward for the attention of others.

Life is a solvent. Be someone who dispels or weakens attitudes and situations. Have assets in excess to protect your liabilities. Solving it by shutting away differences in intelligence means you fail at the ultimate test. How we recognize words, how one uses words to communicate, and the ability to receive and contemplate outcomes. This is a feature (as far as we know) unique to our sort of intelligence.