The flying white: Where the power of the black, the yang, of the initial stroke of the brush, is tempered by the gentleness, the yin, of the canvas. As the male's strong impetuousness, his aggression, is

The exquisitely holy moment when bow and string, key and string, breath and reed, breath and brass become one. And we in response become one with the One.

Everyone's actions are always guided. But all too often we also are guided to not like them.

The belief that I have a Soul relates to the Highest chakra, to communion with God. For it is from my Soul that I Aspire to God, as God has so Inspired my Soul to Aspire.

To Know my mother's Soul (and thus my own), I need to see her as the Mother of Love. And to so commune, Soul to Soul, with her as Her, as God the Goddess.

You can't Aspire until you Know you have a Soul, for it is from the Soul that Aspiration arises. And to Know your Soul, you must first Know your mother's – often starting not directly with

I believe Blake's “first Vision of Light” that “Appear'd on the Sea” was, basically, his mother as The Mother.

Lafcadio Hearn writes of “the question which all the sages have had to face: Is the universe moral?” “Whether moral or immoral the cosmic process,” there must be one conviction: “the certainty that man should pursue

No tune for the composer, no subject for the painter. Free! Free! At last. The twentieth century's great gift to the Arts.

“The reason we find nothing to dislike in the drawings made by children is that in them the inherent nature of man finds expression without being thwarted or frustrated.”  -- Soetsu Yanagi And it is the