Love is a river. Drink from it.
I am filled with you. Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul. There's no room for lack of trust, or trust. Nothing in this existence but that existence.
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you.
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.
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.
Now is the time to unite the Soul and the world.
Flow down and down in always widening rings of being.
Oh my friend, all that you see of me is a shell, the rest belongs to love.
There is a light seed grain inside. You fill it with yourself, or it dies.
When you see the setting, wait for the rising. Why worry about a sunset or a fading moon?
As long as an angel is not annihilated, it is a devil.
Let us put away our blinders and answer the call to Joy.
Only love itself can explain love and lovers.
Through love scraps of copper are turned to gold.
I have put duality away. I have seen the two worlds are one.
There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled.
Shine like the whole universe is yours.
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.
Thirst drove me down to the water where I drank the moon's reflection.
The gates made of light swing open. You see in.
You've come to know the fortunate and the inauspicious stars, but you don't know whether you yourself are fortunate or lucky.
We began as mineral. We emerged into plant life, and into the animal state, and then into being human, and always we have forgotten our former states, except in early spring when we slightly recall being green again.
Every moment a taste of that beauty in our mouths, another stashed in a pocket. Impossible to say what: no cypress so handsome, no sunlight, a lonely hiddenness. Other pleasure gathers a crowd, starts a fight, lots of noise there. But soul beauty stays quiet..his amazing whereabouts unknown inside my heart.
For sixty years I have been forgetful every minute, but not for a second has this flowing toward me stopped or slowed.
You've gotten drunk on so many kinds of wine. Taste this. It won't make you wild. It's fire. Give up, if you don't understand by this time that your living is firewood.
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