When I am with you, we stay up all night.When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.Praise God for those two insomnias!And the difference between them.
Liberated from suffering and searchI have tied myself to the skirt of God.If I fly, I look at the summits I ascend.If I go around in circleI observe the axis on which I revolve.If I am dragged by a burden,I know where I go.For I am the moon, and the sun is my guide.
Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.
Silence within silence, no words within blank space, nothing on blank page, less within the void.
One day You will take my heart completely and make it more fiery than a dragon. Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.
I died a mineral, and became a plant. I died a plant and rose an animal. I died an animal and I was man. Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there.
Look at your heart and tongue, one feels but deaf and dumb, the other speaks in words and signs.
Look at Love...how it tangleswith the one fallen in love .
Look at Love... how it tangles with the one fallen in love .
The delight a friend feels when he hears a friends voice bring all that matters. There are those who hear within a voice the essence being said, and there are those who can't.
Why do you stay in prisonwhen the door is so wide open?Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.Live in silence.
Try and be a sheet of paper with nothing on it.Be a spot of ground where nothing is growing,where something might be planted,a seed, possibly, from the Absolute.
You are so weak. Give up to grace.The ocean takes care of each wavetill it gets to shore.
Don't look at your form, however ugly or beautiful. Look at love and at the aim of your quest...O you whose lips are parched, keep looking for water. Those parched lips are proof that eventually you will reach the source.
Fear is the cheapest room in the house.
Days of wanting.Let them go by without worrying that they do.Stay where you areinside such a pure, hollow note.
A shadow cannot ignorethe sun that all day creates and movesit.
The way you make love is the wayGod will be with you.
The way you make love is the way God will be with you.
Oh Sweet Bitterness!I will soothe you and heal youI will bring you rosesI too have been covered with thorns.
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 truththe soul, of the soul, of the soul.
Every tree and plant in the meadow seemed to be dancing, those which average eyes would see as fixed and still
The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.
In your light I learn how to love.In your beauty, how to make poems.You dance inside my chest,where no one sees you.
How do the birds make great sky circles... They fall and falling they are given wings.