Tom Sleigh’s poetry is hard-earned and well founded. I great admire the way it refuses to cut emotional corners and yet achieves a sense of lyric absolution.
Time is not measured by the passing of years but by what one does, what one feels, and what one achieves.
If a man achieves victory over this body, who in the world can exercise power over him? He who rules himself rules over the whole world.
The real spiritual progress of the aspirant is measured by the extent to which he achieves inner tranquility.