What we say has such a profound influence upon what we see, and hear, and taste of the world!

Other animals, in a constant and mostly unmediated relation with their sensory surroundings, think with the whole of their bodies.

Breathing involves a continual oscillation between exhaling and inhaling, offering ourselves to the world at one moment and drawing the world into ourselves at the next.

Humans are tuned for relationship. The eyes, the skin, the tongue, ears, and nostrils-all are gates where our body receives the nourishment of otherness.

We are human only in contact, and conviviality, with what is not human.

We like to assume that language is a purely human property, our exclusive possession, and that everything else is basically mute.

Sensory perception is the silken web that binds our separate nervous systems into the encompassing ecosystem.

Only by affirming the animateness of perceived things do we allow our words to emerge directly from the depths of our ongoing reciprocity with the world.

The world we experience with our unaided senses is fluid and animate, shifting and transforming in response to our own shifts of position and of mood.

Breathing involves a continual oscillation between exhaling and inhaling, offering ourselves to the world at one moment and drawing the world into ourselves at the next...

Raw anguish slithers through my brittle bones as the deathly call rots the air. Who murdered you old friend? The forest has no words to identify the hand, only erratic echo.

...you became lost in the maze of me - forgive me Love, for keeping you close...

I have seen the future! Go back!

Instead of giving in to cynicism and division, let's move forward with the confidence and optimism and unity that define us as a people.

I acted three times with Fred MacMurray, three times with Martin and Lewis, four times with Rock Hudson. Three times with Glenn Ford.

What we need is endless courage.

Taking the time to meditate is as important as taking the time to breathe. One pumps oxygen into the body, the other pumps peace into the mind.

Grace is not blind. It sees the hurt full well. But chooses to see God's forgiveness even more.

Soccer just couldn't satisfy my thirst for watching violence up close.

The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape, In forms imaginary, th' unguided days And rotten times that you shall look upon When I am sleeping with my ancestors.