You are the fountain of the sun. I'm the shadow of a willow. You fall upon my forehead. I melt. You slip into my heart. It spills open. You surround me with such sweetness. I make it my home.
Don't be fooled by my beauty - the light of my face comes from the candle of my spirit.
I long to escape the prison of my ego and lose myself in You.
Give your weakness to one who helps.
I want to be where your bare foot walks, because maybe before you step, you'll look at the ground. I want that blessing
Love is the Water of Life Everything other than love for the most beautiful God is agony of the spirit, though it be sugar- eating. What is agony of the spirit? To advance toward death without seizing hold of the Water of Life.
You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence or in absence.
Bathe in the splendor of your own Light.
Stay with friends who support you in these. Talk with them about sacred texts, and how you are doing, and how they are doing, and keep your practices together.
I was dead, then alive. Weeping, then laughing. The power of love came into me, and I became fierce like a lion, then tender like the evening star.
In the orchard and rose garden I long to see your face. In the taste of Sweetness I long to kiss your lips. In the shadows of passion I long for your love.
The Real Beloved is that one who is Unique, who is your Beginning and your End.
I once had a thousand desires. But in my one desire to know you all else melted away.
I am a bird of God's garden and I do not belong to this dusty world For a day or two they have put me here in this cage of my own body I did not come here of my own I will not return of my own to my own country.
Know that a word suddenly shot from the tongue is like an arrow shot from the bow. Son, that arrow won't turn back on its way; you must damn the torrent at its source.
I am smiling at myself today There's no wish left in this heart Or perhaps there is no heart left Free from all desire I sit quietly like Earth My silent cry echoes like thunder Throughout the universe I am not worried about it I know it will be heard by no one Except me.
We are the mirror, as well as the face in it. We are tasting the taste of eternity this minute. We are pain and what cures pain. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. Soul of the world, no life, nor world remain, no beautiful women and men longing. Only this ancient love circling the holy black stone of nothing. Where the lover is the loved, the horizon and everything within it.
The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.
Are you searching for your soul? Then come out of your own prison.
Whether one moves slowly or with speed, the one who is a seeker will be a finder.
The wailing of broken hearts is the doorway to God.
Behind every atom of this world hides an infinite Universe.
Do you think I know what I'm doing? That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself? As much as a pen knows what it's writing, or the ball can guess where it's going next.
The chess master says nothing, other than moving the silient chess piece.
Let go of your mind and then be mindful. Close your ears and listen!
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