A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.
All language is a longing for home.
All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,and I intend to end up there. Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks. I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way. Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.
If Light Is In Your Heart You Will Find Your Way Home.
It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way. Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.
Mount the stallion of love and do not fear the path, love’s stallion knows the way exactly. With one leap, Love’s horse will carry you home.
No longer a stranger, you listen all day to these crazy love-words. Like a bee you fill hundreds of homes with honey, though yours is a long flight from here.
Come into my eyes, and look at me through them, for I have chosen a home far beyond what eyes can see.
Cease looking for flowers! There blooms a garden in your own home. While you look for trinkets The treasure house awaits you in your own being.
When setting out on a journey do not seek advice from someone who never left home
My heart is burning with love. All I can see is this flame. My heart is burning with passion, like waves on an ocean. I'm at home, wherever I am. And in the room of lovers, I can see with closed eyes the beauty that dances. Behind the veils, intoxicated with love, I too dance the rhythm of this moving world.
The final flight make your last journey from this strange world soar for the heights where there is no more God has created your wings not to be dormant as long as you are alive you must try more and more to use your wings to show you're alive.
You are the fountain of the sun. I'm the shadow of a willow. You fall upon my forehead. I melt. You slip into my heart. It spills open. You surround me with such sweetness. I make it my home.
The Soul is a stranger trying to find a Home somewhere that is not a where.
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