Someone who goes with a half a loaf of bread to a small place that fits like a nest around him, someone who wants no more, who is not himself longed for by anyone else. He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.
In the Friend-place nothing true can be said. Let Me Just Be Here.
Words can fertilize space now and then; don’t deny yourself becoming enriched.
There is nothing I want but your Presence. In friendship, time dissolves.
The soul which cannot endure fire and smoke won’t find the Secret.
We can’t find the truth listening to our own voice’s echo. We can find ourselves only in someone’s mirror.
The Heart that is not in love will fail the test.
The body is not hidden from the soul, nor is the soul hidden from the body, and yet the soul is not for everyone to see.
The body itself is to reveal the light that’s blazing inside your Presence.
Your way begins at the other side. Become the sky.
Beyond ideas, there’s a field. Will you meet me there?
Things are such that someone lifting a cup, or watching the rain, petting a dog, or singing, just singing – could be doing as much for this universe as anyone.
My soul sits in silence, and then asks again, where are you in all of this?
Feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise.
Live life as if it’s rigged in your favor.
The day you were born, a ladder was set up to help you escape this world...
The body’s a mirror of heaven: Its energies make angels jealous. Our purity astounds seraphim. Devils shiver at our nerve.
You are dreaming your thirst when the water you want is inside the big vein on your neck.
I should sell my tongue and buy a thousand ears when that One steps near and begins to speak.
Dance from here to the other world-and don’t stop.