Quotes from Terri Guillemets

Why do we alienate ourselves so much from our bodies? It's that big piece of machinery attached to your head.

the body is a clock — bones tick and tock years gather in flesh an alarm set for death

Dawn spreads her wispy pink angel wings over the morning.

Why are we destroying the land instead of taking care of it? It takes care of us.

Man, with his metal beaver-teeth chops down the world's trees saws, whines, grinds — loudly without a care but human "needs"

The power of the mind is your power. Use it. Don't let it use you.

We can seek, we can find, if we open our minds.

The toughest battle is Mind.

The desire in our minds is as real as the thirst in our throats.

Sometimes it's harder to attain inner silence than outer silence. The dog stopped barking and the kids have gone to bed, but your mind has a lot to talk about and it knows you can't pretend you're not at home.

Channels are blocked in the mind, from the day. Lie down in blackness of night, forgotten remnants rush to the mind, or creeping slowly appear in the dreams.

If stars were notes upon a musical sky the night what a song of beauty!

Clouds tie-dye the night.

The night sky is a miracle of infinitude.

Life is so much clearer under the stars than under a roof.

...the twinkling anatomy of Orion and his skymates...

Night-time moon — glowing, muted, soft distant light to soothe our harshly lit days

Imagine how many glorious winters and springs The stars from their celestial perches have seen.

glowing ghost-clouds lit by a haunted moon

Under the stars, the world is a different place.

The flowers of the past are dead — but their wilted beauty and potpourri aroma enrich the present with memories.

Hindsight — a.k.a. I was a fool, such a fool!

Day holds the sky with big blue arms Until the sun sends her off into evening With a grateful blaze of vibrant colors

Is soul the stem and body the blossom — or body our stem, with soul its indigenous bloom?