Why am I seeking? I am the same as he. His essence speaks through me. I have been looking for myself
If the foot of the trees were not tied to earth, they would be pursuing me; For I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.
Do you pay regular visits to yourself? Don't argue or answer rationally. Let us die, and dying, reply.
The source is within you. And this whole world is springing up from it.
I belong to no religion. My religion is love. Every heart is my temple.
It's no good giving my heart and my Soul because you already have these. So I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.
There is little one can say about love. It has to be lived, and it's always in motion.
I am like the heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow; I am all reason, all love, all soul, by your soul.
In the middle of my heart, a star appeared, and the seven heavens were lost in its brilliance.
Every moment, the sunlight is totally empty and totally full.
The radiant one in me has never said a word.
Always check your inner state with the lord of your HEART.
I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled.
The sky will bow down to your beauty, if you do.
When water is still like a mirror it can behold the Moon.
If you are a man of learning, read something classic, a history of the human struggle and don't settle for mediocre verse.
Through love scraps of copper are turned to gold.
Love calls - everywhere and always. We're sky bound. Are you coming?
The universe and the light of the stars come through me.
Every moment I shape my destiny with a chisel - I am the carpenter of my own soul.
God picks up the reed-flute world and blows. Each note is a need coming through one of us, a passion, a longing pain. Remember the lips where the wind-breath originated, and let your note be clear. Don't try to end it. Be your note.
Love opens my chest, and thought returns to its confines.
There is a basket of fresh bread on your head, yet you go door to door asking for crusts.
There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled.
Take sips of this pure wine being poured. Don't mind that you've been given a dirty cup.
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