Close both eyes to see with the other eye.
We gather at night to celebrate being human. Sometimes we call out low to the tambourine. Fish drink the sea, but the sea does not get smaller! We eat the clouds and evening light. We are slaves tasting the royal wine.
There comes a holy and transparent time when every touch of beauty opens the heart to tears. This is the time the Beloved of heaven is brought tenderly on earth. This is the time of the opening of the ROSE.
Thereâ€™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.
You think the shadow is the substance.
Oh soul, you worry too much. You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.
The body is a device to calculate the astronomy of the spirit. Look through that astrolabe and become oceanic.
Whatever happens to you, don't fall in despair. Even if all the doors are closed, a secret path will be there for you that no one knows. You can't see it yet but so many paradises are at the end of this path...Be grateful! It is easy to thank after obtaining what you want, thank before having what y
Look for the answer inside your question.
Idle man, chases after fairy tales...
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down the dulcimer. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Many of the faults you see in others, dear reader, are your own nature reflected in them.
Lamps are different, but light is the same.
What will our children do in the morning if they do not see us fly?
Why should I stay at the bottom of a well, when a strong rope is in my hand?
There is a community of the spirit . . . Open your hands if you want to be held . . . Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking . . . Flow down and down in always widening rings of being.
I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks.
Through love, all pain will turn to medicine.
The images we create could turn into wild beasts and tear us to pieces.
Doubt is a precipice on the way to God. Blessed is he who is freed from its bonds. He who fares without any doubt, adhere to his footprints if you do not know the way. Cleave to the footprints of the deer and advance with care that you may reach the musk-gland. By means of such trekking, even if you
Pure souls, didnâ€™t I tell you not to be seduced by this colorful world for I am the Ultimate Painter.
They are the privileged lovers who create a new world with their eyes of fiery passion.
When you see anyone complaining of such and such a person's ill-nature and bad temper, know that the complainant is bad-tempered, forasmuch as he speaks ill of that bad-tempered person, because he alone is good-tempered who is quietly forbearing towards the bad-tempered and ill-natured.
All the world Loves You, but You are nowhere to be found, Hidden and yet . . . completely obvious!
When you are everywhere, you are nowhere. When you are somewhere, you are everywhere.
No more words. Hear only the voice within.
I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled.
Absorbed in this world, you've made it your burden. Rise above this world. There is another vision. All your life you've paid attention to your experiences, but never to your Self. Are you searching for your Soul? Then come out of your prision. Leave the stream and join the river that flows into the
Let soul speak with the silent articulation of a face.
Practice patience; it is the essence of praise. Have patience, for that is true worship. No other worship is worth as much. Have patience; patience is the key to all relief.