The War on Drugs has failed - but it’s worse than that. It is actively harming our society. Violent crime is thriving in the shadows to which the drug trade has been consigned. People who genuinely need help can’t get it. Neither can people who need medical marijuana to treat terrible diseases. We are spending billions, filling up our prisons with non-violent offenders and sacrificing our liberties.

Like music, yoga is a journey -- one that is long enough so you keep developing, and keep learning. I don't see an end to it.

If you love someone, set them free.

Security in human systems we're told will always, always last. Emotions are the sail, and blind faith is the mast. Without the breath of real freedom we're getting nowhere fast.

So just to be truthful to my own sensibility, I need to acknowledge that the season is not all joy and light for a lot of people. It's tough - environmentally, emotionally, spiritually.

The world is ruled by butterflies adding to their weapon piles. Imagine what your taxes buy. We hardly ever try.

That sense of failure, I don't know where people put it who don't write songs and aren't able to emote physically. It must go somewhere.