I sit at my window gazing The world passes by, nods to me And is gone.
We are hidden in ourselves, like a truth hidden in isolated facts. When we know that this One in us is One in all, then our truth is revealed.
Mistakes live in the neighborhood of truth and therefore delude us.
I have listened And I have looked With open eyes. I have poured my soul Into the world Seeking the unknown Within the known. And I sing out loud In amazement.
Repentance is a gift of God’s grace.
A butterfly flitting from flower to flower ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me.
The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.
If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart, thy love for me still waits for my love.
The delights of sight and hearing and touch will bear thy delight.
The force of arms only reveals man s weakness.
Grant me that I may not be a coward, feeling your mercy in my success alone; but let me find the grasp of your hand in my failure.
Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones – the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.
When he has the power to see things detached from self-interest and from the insistent claims of the lust of the senses, then alone can he have the true vision of the beauty that is everywhere.
In desperate hope I go and search for her in all the corners of my house. I find her not. My house is small and what once has gone from it can never be regained. But infinite is thy mansion, my lord, and seeking her I have come to thy door.
Death belongs to life as birth does The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.
In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.
The infinite being has assumed unto himself the mystery of finitude. And in him who is love the finite and the infinite are made one.
The human soul is on its journey from the law to love, from discipline to liberation, from the moral plane to the spiritual.
When our universe is in harmony with man, the eternal, we know it as truth, we feel it as beauty.
The earth paints a portrait of the sun at dawn with sunflowers in bloom. Unhappy with the portrait, she erases it and paints it again and again.