A wealth you cannot imagine flows through you. Do not consider what strangers say. Be secluded in your secret heart-house, that bowl of silence.
This mirror inside me shows. I can’t say what, but I can’t not know. I run from body. I run from spirit. I do not belong anywhere.
I’m in love! Your advice, what are they? Love has poisoned me! Your remedies, what are they? I hear them shout: “fast, Bind him feet!” But if my heart that has gone mad! Those strings on my feet What is the point?
You are the Essence of the Essence, The intoxication of Love. I long to sing Your Praises but stand mute with the agony of wishing in my heart !
I cannot sleep in your presence In your absence, tears prevent me you watch me my beloved on each sleepiness night and Only you see the difference.
Each has to enter the nest made by the other imperfect bird.
If you desire healing, let yourself fall ill let yourself fall ill.
This is how I would die into the love I have for you: As pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight.
Break your pitcher against a rock. We don’t need any longer to haul pieces of the ocean around.
Don’t wait any longer. Dive in the ocean, Leave and let the sea be you.
There are no edges to my loving now.
Do you pay regular visits to yourself? Don’t argue or answer rationally. Let us die, and dying, reply.
Half-heartedness doesn’t reach into majesty. You set out to find God, but then you keep stopping for long periods at meanspirited roadhouses.
I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.
What I most want is to spring out of this personality, then to sit apart from that leaping. I’ve lived too long where I can be reached.
Take sips of this pure wine being poured. Don’t mind that you’ve been given a dirty cup.
Purify your eyes, and see the pure world. Your life will fill with radiant forms.
Pale sunlight, pale the wall. Love moves away. The light changes I need more grace than I thought.
To a frog that’s never left his pond, the ocean seems like a gamble. Look what he’s giving up: security, mastery of his world, recognition! The ocean frog just shakes his head. “I can’t explain where I live, but someday I’ll take you there.”
Heartsick, heartbroken – to know love is to know pain. What could be more common? Even so, each broken heart is so singular that with it we probe the divine.