A lover in life will be a lover in death, a lover in the tomb, a lover in paradise, a lover on the day of resurrection.
You live in my heart where no one sees you but I do. That vision becomes this art.
I am so mad with love that mad men say to me – be still!
The drum of the realization of the promise is beating, we are sweeping the road to the sky. Your joy is here today, what remains for tomorrow?
Those who practice Love have neither Religion or Status.
What strange beings we are! Sitting in hell at the bottom of the dark, we’re afraid of our own immortality.
From the urgent way lovers want each other to the seeker’s search for truth, all moving is from the mover. Every Pull Draws Us To The Ocean.
The wine of this fleeting world caused your head to ache.
Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting.
O tongue you are an endless treasure. O tongue, you are also an endless disease.
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
Hungry, you’re a dog, angry and bad-natured. having eaten your fill, you become a carcass; you lie down like a wall, senseless. At one time a dog, at another time a carcass, how will you run with lions, or follow the saints?
When you notice a fault in your neighbour, search for the same in yourself.
Dance when you’re perfectly free.
Inside any deep asking is the answering.
I grow silent. Dear soul, you speak.
Anyone who genuinely and consistently with both hands look for something, will find it.
Tis easy to break an idol, very easy: to regard the self as easy to subdue is folly, folly.
The Past, the Future, O dear, is from you; you should regard both these as one.
Iron was black and sheenless, but cleansing and polishing washed away its blackness.