I am an ark in the swift flood of time, and my companions, a fellowship. Who throws in with us sails into light.
There is a light seed grain inside. You fill it with yourself, or it dies.
The ground submits to the sky and suffers whatever comes. Tell me, is the Earth worse for giving in like that?
What I most want is to spring out of this personality, then to sit apart from that leaping. I've lived too long where I can be reached.
Shine like the whole universe is yours.
You must lance an ulcer to heal it. You must tear down parts of an old building to restore it, and so it is with a sensual life that has no spirit in it.
Oh my friend, all that you see of me is a shell, the rest belongs to love.
This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.
What you have despised in yourself as a thorn opens into a rose.
When you resolve to become pious, the devil in your nature cries out at you, "Tread not those paths, O confused one; distress and poverty will overcome you. You will be despised, let down by friends, you will regret it." Dread of the devil has bound their souls; the cries of the devil are the drover of the damned; the call of the Lord is a guardian of the saints.
The sweetness and delights of the resting-place are in proportion to the pain endured on the Journey. Only when you suffer the pangs and tribulations of exile will you truly enjoy your homecoming.
Discipline enabled Heaven to be filled with light; discipline enabled the angels to be immaculate and holy.
If you do not possess the staff of caution and discrimination, use the eyes of him who sees. If there is no staff of caution and discrimination, do not wander on the road without a guide.
I am a drunkard from another kind of tavern. I dance to a silent tune. I am the symphony of stars.
There is a force within that gives you life. Seek that.
What matters is how quickly you do what your soul directs.
A wealth you cannot imagine flows through you. Do not consider what strangers say. Be secluded in your secret heart-house, that bowl of silence.
Do thou smile like the rose at loss and gain; For the rose, though its petals be torn asunder, Still smiles on, and it is never cast down.
Thirst drove me down to the water where I drank the moon's reflection.
Every need brings in what's needed. Pain bears its cure like a child.
Pain is a treasure, for it contains mercies.
To Love is to be God. Never will a Lover's chest feel any sorrow. Never will a Lover's robe be touched by mortals. Never will a Lover's body be found buried in the earth. To Love is to be God.
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes.
We are all bathed in the same light.
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