The only place the mind will ever find peace is inside the silence of the heart. That's where you need to go

Even in the worst tragedies and crisis, there’s no reason to add to everyone’s misery by looking miserable yourself.

So I stood up and did a handstand on my Guru's roof, to celebrate the notion of liberation. I felt the dusty tiles under my hands. I felt my own strength and balance. I felt the easy night breeze on the palms of my bare feet. This kind of thing -- a spontaneous handstand--isn't something a disembodied cool blue soul can do, but a human being can do it. We have hands; we can stand on them if we want to. That's our privilege. That's the joy of a mortal body. And that's why God needs us. Because God loves to feel things through our hands.

The Yogic path is about disentangling the built-in glitches of the human condition, which I'm going to over-simply define here as the heartbreaking inability to sustain contentment.

I've been screwed and sued and tattooed, and I'm still standin' here in front of you.

longing to travel while you are already traveling is, I admit, a kind of greedy madness

Sometimes life is too hard to be alone, and sometimes life is too good to be alone.