The only moment ever available to you is the present moment. Everything else is memory or imagination.

We are on a journey of becoming that which we already are. That is the impossible paradox of our lives.

You get lost because you think there is somewhere to go. If you give up believing in a goal or a destination, then you cannot get lost. In the present moment, there is no destination.

Everything that happens is designed to awaken us. Everything.

The past is gone. The future never arrives. In truth, there is no life outside of this moment!

It disguises it’s thoughts as your thoughts, it’s feelings with your feelings, you think it’s you.

There is no greater power than the power of love, which arises from Presence. It overcomes all resistance.

When you are present, you are transcendent of the mind and ego and so you can witness your mind and ego. You can be conscious of your thoughts without being lost in them when they arise.

The underlying motivation that drives all addiction is our insistence on avoiding pain. However, the pain you are avoiding is based in the past, and has nothing to do with the present moment.

As you awaken, the present moment becomes your home. You still play in the world of time, but you're not identified with the story unfolding there.

Everything that occurs in your life is part of God's plan to wake you up.

Perhaps all love stories no matter how varied are essentially the same.

This director could say many things about duty, and self-respect, and dignity, but she knew none of these meant much in the post-modern world.

wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers.

We can't test these absolute limits on humans. We can't blast them with sound. However, we can do that to animals because they don't have the same political base that we do.

My voice has gotten better from smoking.

Calamus fortior gladio.

I am pushing sixty. That is enough exercise for me.

It is because the spirit is inestimable, that the lifeless body is so little valued.

I used to think of that line in Allen Ginsberg's 'Howl', about the 'sad cup of coffee'.. ..I have had cold coffee and hot coffee and lousy coffee, But I've never had a sad cup of coffee.

A thousand approaches lie open to death.