“There is an eighth color that we don’t have the sense apparatus to see or experience.”

Devotion is a disease. And you catch it from those people who have it.

We are just here, right? We are just people doing our thing. And the most important aspect of anything we do is our motivation, why we do it.

Can you imagine what it would be like to all of a sudden see another color that nobody else sees?

When we start to talk about gurus, we’re talking about beings who actually know what this is all about. They know who we were, where we came from, and where we’re going. They are not imprisoned in a selfish or self-centered view of the universe.

This is what I do to keep my head screwed on semi-straight and keep my heart open. Whenever I sing, that’s why I sing. Whether it’s at the Grammys, whether it’s in the bathroom, whether it’s in front of 10,000 people or three people, by my guru’s grace, my head stays in that place.

Love is what we are; we don’t get it from somebody, we can’t give it to anybody, we can’t fall in it or fall out of it. Love is our true Being.

The heart in us is deeper than any emotion or psychological issue.

On the Path, it’s impossible to know how you are doing because it’s the judger who is disappearing.

It takes two to tango! I need everybody to sing with me.

I knew that if I did not start chanting with people, that I would never be able to clean out the dark corners of my own heart. I knew it with every cell in my body and mind.

When you fall in love, nobody has to tell you. You know what you feel.

The heart is like a mirror. When we dust it off, we are able to see ourselves. The dust is all our stuff – guilt, anger – this stuff is reflected back to us. Practice removes the dust from the mirror of our hearts.

It’s inexplicable why somebody can lose a leg and it doesn’t effect them at all emotionally; and another person can lose a foot and be destroyed for the rest of their lives.

Don’t wait for a Guru. Your life is your Guru.

Surrender happens by Grace. All we’re doing is cleaning up the room so when Surrender walks in, He can sit down.

Don’t give up on your dreams. You can become the person you know you really are.

We all show our true colors eventually – mine is dark and firesome red. I bet I burned you. I don’t expect to see you soon.

Above the clouds the sky is always blue.

A song should have all the color and beauty of every rose.

It’s not just that I’m a woman of color running for office. It’s the way that I ran. It’s the way that my identity formed my methods.

We do not want the men of another color for our brothers-in-law, but we do want them for our brothers.

I finished a big book the other day. 421 pages. That’s a lot of coloring when you think about it.

She trusted her inner strength with the colors of gratitude and patience.

You are the sun. Soft yellow. Beaming flames. Gentle and fierce all at once.