Death is the room that is always empty.
We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.
Art is a magic which makes the hours melt away and even days dissolve into seconds
People under seventy and over seven are very unreliable if they are not cats.
There are things that are not sayable. That’s why we have art.
I've always had access to other worlds. We all do because we dream.
You may not believe in magic but something very strange is happening at this very moment. Your head has dissolved into thin air and I can see the rhododendrons through your stomach. It's not that you are dead or anything dramatic like that, it is simply that you are fading away and I can't even remember your name.
I have a lot of responsibilities, but I don't think I've grown up.
Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.
At the end of this lifetime, you will leave this world. Your awareness field will stay together in a certain sense and then it will seek to return to things that are familiar. You will reincarnate.
I'm not talking about having to consult Julia Child before you can take a pot off the rack. I think that's something we can all do more and do better.