The art of life is to stay wide open and be vulnerable, yet at the same time to sit with the mystery and the awe and with the unbearable pain - to just be with it all.

The spiritual journey is individual, highly personal. It can't be organized or regulated. It isn't true that everyone should follow one path. Listen to your own truth.

I would like my life to be a statement of love and compassion--and where it isn't, that's where my work lies.

If you think you’re enlightened go spend a week with your family.

The game is not about becoming somebody, it's about becoming nobody.

We are all affecting the world every moment, whether we mean to or not. Our actions and states of mind matter, because we are so deeply interconnected with one another.

The intellect is a beautiful servant but a terrible master. Intellect is the power tool of our separateness. The intuitive, compassionate heart is the doorway to our unity.

We're all just walking each other home.

As you dissolve into love, your ego fades. You’re not thinking about loving; you’re just being love, radiating like the sun.

I practice turning people into trees. Which means appreciating them just the way they are

If you want to cure the world, don't emanate fear - emanate love.

This is the kind of thing that makes sense to them

Maybe it was our shared trauma, or maybe it was a combination of things, but I felt warmth emenate from my heart and spread throughout my chest.

I had my house converted to the Colorado altitude, so I am always above sea level.

If I don't train enough, of course I'm nervous.

Self carries grief as a pack mule carries the side bags, being careful between the trees to leave extra room.

I probably get more inspiration for human stories and idiosyncrasies than I do animal stories.

The ancient dialogue between reason and the senses is almost always more interestingly and passionately resolved in favor of the senses.

I had gone to Paris to immerse myself in painting and I came back wholly involved in words and rhythms.

Even brute beasts and wandering birds do not fall into the same traps or nets twice.

Clay Cook is a first class musician. Tender tormented genius here in 'North Star'. I will kill him if he leaves my band and he knows it. Great record.