Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house – do not pass by like a dream.
If life’s journey be endless where is its goal? The answer is, it is everywhere. We are in a palace which has no end, but which we have reached. By exploring it and extending our relationship with it we are ever making it more and more our own.
The higher nature in man always seeks for something which transcends itself and yet is its deepest truth; which claims all its sacrifice, yet makes this sacrifice its own recompense. This is man’s dharma, man’s religion, and man’s self is the vessel.
Nirvana is not the blowing out of the candle. It is the extinguishing of the flame because day is come.
What is Art? It is the response of man’s creative soul to the call of the Real.
Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.
Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.
Set the bird’s wings with gold and it will never again soar in thesky.
Life is perpetually creative because it contains in itself that surplus which ever overflows the boundaries of the immediate time and space, restlessly pursuing its adventure of expression in the varied forms of self-realization.
Life’s errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole.
Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.
It is the same life that emerges in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless waves of flower.
God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man’s hands.
Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
The young student sits with his head bent over his books, and his mind straying in youth’s dreamland; where prose is prowling on the desk and poetry hiding in the heart.
Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.
Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.
The mountain remains unmoved at seeming defeat by the mist.
Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.