“He who dies before he dies does not die when he dies.”

In any given moment we are either practicing mindfulness, or defacto, we are practicing mindlessness.

Mindfulness means paying attention in a particular way: on purpose, in the present moment, and non-judgmentally.

This is something called “walking meditation.” The goal is to learn to be aware of each and every movement and feeling. I know it seems ridiculous, but it does change the way you experience walking.

All the suffering, stress, and addiction comes from not realizing you already are what you are looking for.

Stillness, insight, and wisdom arise only when we can settle into being complete in this moment, without having to seek or hold on to or reject anything.

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.

There will be sex after death, we just won’t be able to feel it.

I will remain what I am until I die, a hunter, and when there are no buffalo or other game I will send my children to hunt and live on prairie, for where an Indian is shut up in one place his body becomes weak.

If evolution was worth its salt, it should’ve evolved something better than ‘survival of the fittest.’ I think a better idea would be ‘survival of the wittiest.’ At least, that way, creatures that didn’t survive could’ve died laughing.

The beating on the tail of the snake may stop his progress a little, but the more vital parts must be struck before his poisonous death-dealing venom will be wiped out.

Science advances funeral by funeral.

I shall do one thing in this life-one thing certain-this is, love you, and long of you, and keep wanting you till I die.

How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.

We all die eventually but how we lived stays forever.