My soul absorbs you, my mind inhales your essence, you confirm my life.

The walls that caged me were not of this world, but were within my mind.

Daydreaming is the purest form of being. Take that away and One suffers.

I sit under the weeping willow to watch the hanged man divine his truth.

You are a little soul carrying about a corpse, as Epictetus used to say.

God is taking a nap within my soul. I ponder whether to wake Him or not.

Journey freely along your chosen path, in a manner of your own choosing.

You are the missing piece of my heart and soul. United we are now whole.

My soul is sailing out and around me constantly trying to escape my body.

Exterior: the jungle. Interior: Dark night of the white man’s soul.

Laughter is magic that dispenses clouds and creates sunshine in the soul.

Your Life Determines Your Journey & Your Journey Determines Your Life

An Ego Mind is a destructive mind and a rational mind is a peaceful mind.

...in my dream the shadings of your soul are the dark tincture of rain...

By writing quotes...I mark a trail of my soul's journey in this realm.