Beholding is creating. Inherent in the act of beholding, of perceiving, is its rendering, its coming into being. This passivity is an illusion; perception is the most unstoppably creative force in existence.

The most beautiful thing
You can ever say is
Goodbye
When you know
It doesn’t matter.

“Look into my eyes,” she said. “Can’t you see how I feel?”

He closed his eyes. All he saw was a golden ring where her iris had been, and he understood.

Everything dies,
So everything
Is alive.

A bubble can break
But it cannot
Be crushed.

“What do you see?” he asked, watching her stare into the spring grass.

She replied, “Melted snow.”

He tossed the stick into the stream, watching it float away.

Years later, he walked along the same stream, passing a stick caught between two damp rocks.

In the eye,
Light enters only
Through emptiness.

In letting go,
I learned to love.

Let your
Eyes go
Wide with love.

I see
My soul
In your
Smile.

Opposite?
Identical.

I am
Quite certain
I saw God
When my eyes
Turned pink
To green.

Look
Without thought,
Live
Without breath.

These words
Mean
Nothing.

The smaller it is in your mind,
The greater it is in your heart.

The whites of
Your eyes are
A rainbow.

Find light
In
Modest moments.

Freedom
Is letting go
Of what
You hold dear.

What you feel
Is what
You know.

Our eyes
Are everything
We are in essence,
Our souls;
Embracing all,
Judging none,
Denying nothing,
Creating and surrendering
With infinite softness,
Letting go of
Everything they ever see.

Your eyes show you
Your soul
If you look
Softly enough.

My hero?
My eyeballs.

True love
Illuminates
Forever.

In lieu of silence
Hear noise.

In silence
You can hear
Yourself.

All creation
Stems
From nothingness.

Nothingness
Is the most
Creative force.

Without nothingness
Nothing
Could exist.

The eye
Loses everything
It ever knows.

I knew I loved you
When I could see your light
Amidst so much silence.

Follow joy
And all else
Will
Follow you.

Sometimes
There is more light
In the dark.

The eye
Embraces all,
And knows nothing
But infinite
Surrender.

Know nothing,
Believe everything.

Loss
Is a strange enemy;
The only way to defeat it
Is to surrender.

Perhaps
All this world wants
Is to be dead
And bright.

Love
Is a light
Reflecting itself
Over a bank of darkness.

You are yourself
To be
Yourself.

Sleep comes
When your eye
Opens.

Endless joy:
Remembering
That one and one
Are always
Three.

Love:
A still light
Through a winter window,
Silent.

The gift of love is that
The light of your eye
Will never go
Unseen.

We are each born with hidden plans
For how we live and
Who we are;
Life is finding these plans in glimpses
And choosing whether to follow them.

Loss is
The gain
Of space.

I do not enter you, rather
I feel where you end and begin
Surrounding where you do not exist.

Alive, we are ice
Dead, we are water;
The same substance,
Formless.

You have to forget
To remember
The truth.

Once you remember
That it is only being
All that is, will be light.