“No one can listen to your body for you. To grow and heal, you have to take responsibility for listening to it yourself.”

Too much of the education system orients students toward becoming better thinkers, but there is almost no focus on our capacity to pay attention and cultivate awareness.

The little things? The little moments? They aren’t little.

Writing can be an incredible mindfulness practice.

So, in meditation practice, the best way to get somewhere is to let go of trying to get anywhere at all.

In letting go of wanting something special to occur, maybe we can realize that something special is already occurring.

The real meditation is how you live your life.

Meditation is not about feeling a certain way. It’s about feeling the way you feel.

When awareness embraces the senses, it enlivens them.

Perhaps the most “spiritual” thing any of us can do is simply to look through our own eyes, see with eyes of wholeness, and act with integrity and kindness.

From the point of view of the meditative traditions the entire society is suffering from attention deficit hyperactivity disorder.

Perhaps we just need little reminders from time to time that we are already dignified, deserving, worthy.

Arriving someplace more desirable at some future time is an illusion. This is it.

Just stopping, is a radical act of sanity and love.

Voluntary simplicity means going fewer places in one day rather than more, seeing less so I can see more, doing less so I can do more, acquiring less so I can have more.

The real meditation practice is how we live our lives from moment to moment to moment.

We must be willing to encounter darkness and despair when they come up and face them, over and over again if need be, without running away or numbing ourselves in the thousands of ways we conjure up to avoid the unavoidable.

Death means my present physical costume ends.

The greatest love your body can know lies within it, not outside it.

I suppose, yes, I’ve been guilty of provocation but it’s also just common sense marketing – put a bottle of scent in a woman’s cleavage, or between her thighs – and men will notice.

A body of men holding themselves accountable to nobody ought not to be trusted by anybody.

On reaching the place where the Indians had surprised us, we found the bodies of the three men whom they had killed and scalped, and literally cut into pieces.

I sometimes lament the fact that I do not have the benefit of a complete and ailment free body structure.

My philosophy is that I’m an artist. I perform an art not with a paint brush or a camera. I perform with bodily movement. Instead of exhibiting my art in a museum or a book or on canvas, I exhibit my art in front of the multitudes.

I could never be a woman, ’cause I’d just stay home and play with my breasts all day.