All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days and days and days.
Hair disheveled, smiling lips, sweating and tipsy, garment torn, singing a love song, glass in hand, picking a quarrel, chanting a spell, yesterday at midnight she came and sat by my bed.
Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.
I am in love with every church And mosque And temple And any kind of shrine Because I know it is there That people say the different names Of the One God.
This place where you are right now, God circled on a map for you.
Your love Should never be offered to the mouth of a Stranger, Only to someone Who has the valor and daring To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife Then weave them into a blanket To protect you.
Let’s get loose with Compassion. Let’s drown in the delicious ambience of Love.
I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, ‘love lifts me.’
Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.
What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!
What we speak becomes the house we live in.
The great religions are the ships, Poets the life boats. Every sane person I know has jumped overboard.
Listen; this world is the lunatic’s sphere, Don’t always agree it’s real, Even with my feet upon it And the postman knowing my door My address is somewhere else.
What do sad people have in common? It seems they have all built a shrine to the past and often go there and do a strange wail and worship. What is the beginning of Happiness? It is to stop being so religious like that.
Carry your heart through this world like a life-giving sun.
You yourself are your own obstacle, rise above yourself.
Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, ‘you owe me.’ Look what happens with a love like that! It lights up the whole sky.
The small man builds cages for everyone he knows While the sage, who has to duck his head when the moon is low, Keeps dropping keys all night long For the beautiful rowdy prisoners.
I Have Learned so much from God That I can no longer call myself A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, A Buddhist, a Jew.
An awake heart is like a sky that pours light.