You've come to know the fortunate and the inauspicious stars, but you don't know whether you yourself are fortunate or lucky.
Keep your intelligence white hot and your grief glistening“ so your life will stay fresh.
I belong to the beloved. Have seen the two worlds as one and that one call to and know. ...First, Last, Outer, Inner, only that breath breathing. HUMAN BEING.
Pale sunlight, pale the wall. Love moves away. The light changes I need more grace than I thought.
Sit with lovers and choose their state. Do not stay long with those who are not living in the heart.
If thou has not seen the devil, look at thine own self.
I drank that Wine of which the Soul is its vessel. Its ecstasy has stolen my intellect away. A Light came and kindled a Flame in the depth of my Soul. A Light so radiant that the sun orbits around it like a butterfly.
Oh god Let all lovers be content Give them happy endings Let their lives be celebrations Let their hearts dance in the fire of your love
Listen to presences inside poems.
The intellectual quest, though fine as pearl or coral, is not the spiritual search. That spiritual search is on another level. Spiritual wine is a different substance.
The images we create could turn into wild beasts and tear us to pieces.
Love, the life-giving garden of this world.
You are the mirror of divine beauty.
There is no way into Presence except through a love exchange.
Concentrate on the Essence, concentrate on the Light.
Rise up nimbly and go on your strange journey!
Daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? All day and night, music, a quiet, bright reedsong. If it fades, we fade.
Whatever you know, or don’t - only Love is real.
The breath of the flute player: does it belong to the flute?
Bitter your acts, bitter am I, Kindness your deeds, kindness am I, Pleasant and gentle, so you are, Fine honeyed lips and sweet talker.
If you desire healing, let yourself fall ill let yourself fall ill.
For sixty years I have been forgetful every minute, but not for a second has this flowing toward me stopped or slowed.
Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.
The ground's generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.
I can sense your presence in my Heart although you belong to all the world.
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