Shamanic healing is a journey. It involves stepping out of our habitual roles, our conventional scripts, and improvising a dancing path.

Energy moves in waves. Waves move in patterns. Patterns move in rhythms. A human being is just that energy, waves, patterns, rhythms. Nothing more. Nothing less. A dance.

Don't be afraid to show your light.. If it ends up being too much for people.. tell them to wear sunglasses!

The fastest way to still the mind is to move the body

Between the head and feet of any given person is a billion miles of unexplored wilderness.

You just have to determine to settle for nothing less than being FULLY ALIVE, to show up, be who you are, and share your gifts.

Dancing, singing, storytelling and silence are the four universal healing salves.

Put your body in motion and your psyche will heal itself.

Anger is an integrity-producing response to the invasion of your personal boundaries.

We dance to reclaim our brilliant ability to disappear in something bigger, something safe, a space without a critic or a judge or an analyst.

The dance is not where we lose ourselves. But where we find ourselves.

Be nice to people... maybe it'll be unappreciated, unreciprocated, or ignored, but spread the love anyway. We rise by lifting others.

This is not India. There are people here from every part of India, but Bombay isn't India. Bombay is an own-world, a world in itself. The real India is out there.

Catch a throatful from the fire vocal Ashing and molten glass like Eyjafjallajökull.

I tend to score with songs from Western pop music.

In your mid-twenties, the paint is still wet on who you are.

Everybody saying you can't do this, you can't do that. I don't know why. Guess if you listen to it, you can convince yourself of it.

More often than not, the only thing between you and your dream is a rational excuse.

Patriotism is (like) loving your family whether it is good or bad, while always striving to make it better. Nationalism simply insists 'Hey my family is the best'.

Some people are at the top of the ladder, some are in the middle, still more are at the bottom, and a whole lot more don't even know there is a ladder.

Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten forever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.