Jay Woodman

the supposedly intelligent are often too quick to judgewhen really all that's needed is loveand understandingbut try not to judge them in return because they will often judge themselves even more harshlywhich is so sad in a world that's already so full of pain that hugsand forgiveness should be called forevery single day

Mantra: My swirling mind becomes peaceful, and my body releases all tension. I surrender to the love of the universe, which heals me totally.

These rocks are too heavy, can't carry them any more,don't know why i ever picked them up before,going to have to put them down where they don't belong,'cause i can't get them back to where they came from.These rocks belong to no one, except history.Somewhere between the desert and the rolling sea,or maybe up in the mountains blue and tall,I picked them but now i'm going to let them fall.

Have trembled beneath the pressure of a light beam.

You are magnificent - a jewel reflecting inwardly and outwardly, the light of the universe. Observe how you respond to beauty everywhere - you bear witness to everything. Be aware that you, yourself, are an inextricable part of the infinite creative intelligence, and be blessed.

Music is for souls & hearts to dance & sing.Art is for expressing your visionary being.Words are tools for exploring & celebrating.Time is a pool to swim & dream & create in.Waste not one jot of what you are given!Use everything you've got to maximise living.

Open spaces sing to my heartof the art of nature and the nature of art.

Don't be afraid to show you soul, we need plenty of soul to show in this world.

The soul accepts the mystery within and all around, immersing itself in it, celebrating it.

Don't be afraid to show your soul, we need plenty of soul to show in this world.

I see, eye see, what my heart feels, soul knows. In flowing sound and glowing scenes, I touch the living dream.

I love to lie down with my back on the grass and feel earth's energy revitalize me.

Other dancers weave through our lives, sometimes stirring our deep soul's fires.

I entrain myself (when I remember to)by tuning in to higher frequenciesin the ether, in my soul, everywhere I go,always accessible, always helpfulfor obtaining a higher perspectivein a matter of minutes.

The steady soul and the ego pretender / walk with their arms round each other's shoulders / through the mirage.

....the perfect beauty of the pattern that each raindrop makes as it joins its puddle.

Mist lies over the river like the icy breath of winter angels. Darkness gathers round... and it is beautiful.Thank you for this life, this death, whatever it is you arethat makes us finally see.

There are always exquisite things and times to remind us of the original source of all beauty and love.