For years he has complained of his poor memory. And for years I have suggested a supplement that could help. But always: “I don’t want it. I’m taking too many pills already.” What is it that

When you have traveled the Path to the top of the mountain, there to welcome you, arms open wide, smiling, is your Mother of Love.

The Diamond Path of Life is a Path to the full Embrace of Life – when you have come at last to Know your Soul, and everyone's. All the one Soul of the Over-Soul.

There is a labyrinth through which we must pass to come, at last, to the Soul. Music, art – all Creativity – can be, should be, the Golden Thread.

A poet is different because of his also:  clouds are also alive, fantasy is also real.

Psychologists speak of the “lyrical flux” of the unconscious. I meditate that, hopefully, my freely flowing painting may be as a Song from my Deep Unconscious, my Soul.

To learn the secret of a magic trick is to diminish our wonder. We now know more – but Know less. Life is magic, its Source the Secret. The more biology, the less Wonder.

The composer proudly proclaims: “Composing for me is creating within constraints.” Why must there be constraints? Why is he so fearful of his Muse singing free?

I find myself singing “Cheek to Cheek” as I'm painting. That's how close, how intimate, we are, the canvas and I – and we're dancing!

Psychologists declare that, as the child matures, he comes to realize that clouds are not alive. Well, I'm a child – again.