Facets of a Diamond – Blog

Every moment of life
a miracle –
never to be understood,
only Known.

It is imperative, I believe, for us to see, to Know, our mother’s Soul, her Godliness, her Buddha-Nature. Only then can we Know our own – and so, at last, be relieved of our anguish.

This does not mean that our mothers need to change but

I believe that from the moment of conception to that of death, we each bear within us a spirit from the Spirit World that evolves through every experience we have in our lives. We exist here on earth for the spirit in this, its present particular incarnation.

We are as its mother.

In London I've taken many, many, photographs. The ones I loved most – felt most inspired by – were bits of brick, the wheel of a bike, decayed posters and paint. Rubbish and rubble.

All music is given to us as an expression of love and we give it on as another expression of love. From the heart to the heart.

My deepest intention is that some day a sufferer, no matter how afflicted, will be able to look at a painting, at a photograph, and be instantly released from those chains and so be fully healed.

The art of photography is the art of relationship. I take very many pictures, and I love to do so because I love the relating.

This is probably the simplest and most direct statement that I can make about music.

When a doctor approaches a patient he must think not only of the mechanics of the physical cure, but also of aiding the person in healing his spirit. This cannot be learned in medical school, it is not in the medical textbooks, nor does it qualify as a diagnosis for insurance companies. But it is what really matters.

Over all my years of endeavoring to heal, I have found time and again that I cannot work with

The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds.*

For music is the mother, and such a man has rejected her. He has no desire for the conciliation which is, I