Freedom Is Our Birthright.

The Only Way I Can Be Angry At You Is When I Have Thought, Said, Or Done Something That Is Unkind In My Own Opinion.

One Morning As I Lay Sleeping On The Floor, A Cockroach Crawled Over My Foot. And I Opened My Eyes Out Of This Dead Sleep - About A 43-year Sleep - And In Place Of All That Darkness Was A Joy That I Can't Describe.

I've Heard People Say That They Cling To Their Painful Thoughts Because They're Afraid That Without Them They Wouldn't Be Activists For Peace. “if I Feel Peaceful,” They Say, “why Would I Bother Taking Action At All?” My Answer Is “because That's What Love Does.” To Think That We Need Sadness Or Outrage To Motivate Us To Do What's Right Is Insane. As If The Clearer And Happier You Get, The Less Kind You Become. As If When Someone Finds Freedom, She Just Sits Around All Day With Drool Running Down Her Chin. My Experience Is The Opposite. Love Is Action.

I Use The Word Inquiry As Synonymous With The Work...inquiry Is A Way To End Confusion And To Experience Internal Peace, Even In A World Of Apparent Chaos. Above All Else, Inquiry Is About Realizing That All The Answers We Ever Need Are Always Available Inside Us.

The Teacher You Need Is The Person You're Living With.