I do not know who lives here in my chest, or why the smile comes. I am not myself, more the bare green knob of a rose that lost every leaf and petal to the morning wind.
The Eternal looked upon me for a moment with His eye of power, and annihilated me in His being, and become manifest to me in His essence. I saw I existed through Him.
I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: 'You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.'
Let go of your mind and then be mindful. Close your ears and listen!
Don't put blankets over the drum! Open completely. Let your spirit ear listen to the green dome's passionate murmur.
If thou wilt be observant and vigilant, thou wilt see at every moment the response to thy action. Be observant if thou wouldst have a pure heart, for something is born to thee in consequence of every action.
He who tastes not, knows not.
Seek the wisdom that will untie your knot. Seek the path that demands your whole being.
When the rose is gone and the garden faded you will no longer hear the nightingale's song. The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil. The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing. If love withholds its strengthening care, the lover is left like a bird without care, the lover is left like a bird without wings. How will I be awake and aware if the light of the Beloved is absent? Love wills that this Word be brought forth.
Whoever gives reverence receives reverence.
Look at these worlds spinning out of nothingness. That is within your power.
Respond to every call that excites your spirit.
The interpretation that makes you ardent and hopeful and active and reverent is the true one.
If your guidance is your ego, don't rely on luck for help. you sleep during the day and the nights are short. By the time you wake up your life may be over.
The rewards of life and devotion to God are love and inner rapture, and the capacity to receive the light of God.
Today, let us swim wildly, joyously in gratitude.
Be quiet now and wait. It may be that the ocean one, the one we desire so to move into and become, desires us out here on land a little longer, going our sundry roads to the shore.
Sorrows are the rags of old clothes and jackets that serve to cover, and then are taken off. That undressing, and the beautiful naked body underneath, is the sweetness that comes after grief.
Snake's poison is life to the snake; it is in relation to man that it means "death.
At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.
Travelers, it is late. Life's sun is going to set. During these brief days that you have strength, be quick and spare no effort of your wings
Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say.
I was there in the beginning and I was the spirit of love.
I love myself...I love you. I love you...I love myself.
I want a trouble-maker for a lover, Blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame, Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate, Who burns like fire on the rushing sea.
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