Dreaming Or Awake, We Perceive Only Events

The Dreamer Dreams, And The Dreamer Within The Dream Dreams.

If Toes Had Eyes, Then I Could See How My Feet Know Where To Go, But Toes Are Blind. And How Is It That My Tongue Speaks Words It Cannot Hear? Because For All Its Eloquence, The Tongue Itself Is Deaf, And Flaps In Soundlessness.

You, Being Yourself, Help Others Be Themselves. Because You Recognize Your Own Uniqueness You Will Not Need To Dominate Others, Nor Cringe Before Them.

I Stand Upon A Block Of Stillness. It Is More Secure Than Any Sidewalk. I Bring With Me My Own Sidewalk.

When We Give Way To Joy, We Do Not Feel That We Have Lost Control, But Gained Freedom.