A season in the sky

Silence is the true friend that never betrays.

Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself, in your way of thinking.

Change is never painful; only resistance to change is painful.

Millions of people never analyze themselves. Mentally they are mechanical products of the factory of their environment, preoccupied with breakfast, lunch, and dinner, working and sleeping, and going here and there to be entertained. They don’t know what or why they are seeking, nor why they never realize complete happiness and lasting satisfaction. By evading self-analysis, people go on being robots, conditioned by their environment. True self-analysis is the greatest art of progress.

Earth, isn’t this what you want? To arise in us, invisible?
Is it not your dream, to enter us so wholly
there’s nothing left outside us to see?
What, if not transformation, is your deepest purpose?

You smell of absence
Alone you gave birth to yourself

I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish.

A thought, even a possibility, can shatter and transform us.

I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.