If you want what visible reality can give, you are an employee. If you want the unseen world you are not living with your truth. Both wishes are foolish, but you'll be forgiven for forgetting that what you really want is loves confusing joy.
Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me. Be silent.
Both light and shadow are the dance of Love.
Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river.
In things spiritual, there is no partition, no number, no individuals. How sweet is the oneness-unearth the treasure of Unity.
And he misses her Like a wind starved sail He sits knowing what direction to go But the current keeps pulling him Down river.
Dance where you can break yourself up to pieces and totally abandon your worldly passions.
We are the mirror as well as the face in it. We are tasting the taste this minute of eternity. We are pain and what cures pain both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.
Listen to presences inside poems.
Keep your intelligence white hot and your grief glistening“ so your life will stay fresh.
Flattery's fire is hidden. Its sweet taste is apparent, but the smoke is bound to come out at last.
If you desire healing, let yourself fall ill let yourself fall ill.
There is something to be said for anyone who sits alone with dignity and silently begs for God.
Love is the house of God and you are living in that house.
What? Are you still pretending you are separate from the Beloved?
Reason is the shadow cast by God; God is the sun.
Last night my teacher taught me the lesson of Poverty: Having nothing and wanting nothing.
If your knowledge of fire has been turned to certainty by words alone, then seek to be cooked by the fire itself. Don't abide in borrowed certainty. There is no real certainty until you burn; if you wish for this, sit down in the fire.
Roar, lion of the heart, and tear me open!
Joy lives concealed in grief.
If thou has not seen the devil, look at thine own self.
In the blackest of your moments, wait with no fear.
This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say. I don't plan it. When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
Enough of these phrases, conceit and metaphors, I want burning, burning, burning.
This is what love does and continues to do. It tastes like honey to adults and milk to children.
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