To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow.
What hath night to do with sleep?
Every great mistake has a halfway moment, a split second when it can be recalled and perhaps remedied.
When our eyes see our hands doing the work of our hearts, the circle of Creation is completed inside us, the doors of our souls fly open, and love steps forth to heal everything in sight.
Never rub another man's rhubarb.
When all else fails there's always delusion.
To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow.
What hath night to do with sleep?
Every great mistake has a halfway moment, a split second when it can be recalled and perhaps remedied.
When our eyes see our hands doing the work of our hearts, the circle of Creation is completed inside us, the doors of our souls fly open, and love steps forth to heal everything in sight.
Never rub another man's rhubarb.
When all else fails there's always delusion.