On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter.
There’s a morning when presence comes over your soul. You sing like a rooster in your earth-colored shape. Your heart hears and, no longer frantic, begins to dance.
The source of now is here.
Outside ideas of right doing and wrong doing there is a field. I'll meet you there.
Thinking gives off smoke to prove the existence of fire. A mystic sits inside the burning. There are wonderful shapes in rising smoke that imagination loves to watch. But it's a mistake to leave the fire for that filmy sight. Stay here at the flame's core.
God gave you life and bestowed upon you his attributes; eventually you will return to him.
There is some kiss we want with the whole of our lives.
I have found the heart and will never leave This house of light.
Words can fertilize space now and then; don't deny yourself becoming enriched.
It is Love that gives joy to happiness.
In the sea of love, I melt like salt Faith, Doubt - they both dissolve. A star is opening in my heart . The worlds turn in it.
My beloved grows right out of my own heart. How much more union can there be.
This dance is the joy of existence.
Yesterday was glory and joy. Today, a blackened burn everywhere. On the record of my life, these two days will be put down as one
If you see Two in One - I only see One in Two
There are no edges to my loving now.
And if you are a rose, I am rose-shadow.
Actually, your soul and mine are the same. We appear and disappear with each other.
Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light and no land anywhere, cloudcover thick. I try to stay just above the surface, yet I'm already under and living within the ocean.
My lips got lost on the way to the kiss - that's how drunk I was.
To find the Beloved, you must become the Beloved.
There's no one with intelligence in this town except that man over there playing with the children, the one riding the stick horse. He has keen, fiery insight and vast dignity like the night sky, but he conceals it in the madness of child's play.
The day is conscious of itself.
Dance, and make joyous the love around you. Dance, and your veils which hide the Light shall swirl in a heap at your feet.
In real existence there is only unity.
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