Love is the cure, for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain until your eyes constantly exhale love as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.
I am filled with you. Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul. There’s no room for lack of trust, or trust. Nothing in this existence but that existence.
Sadness to me is the happiest time, When a shining city rises from the ruins of my drunken mind. Those times when I’m silent and still as the earth, The thunder of my roar is heard across the universe.
To Love is to be God. Never will a Lover’s chest feel any sorrow. Never will a Lover’s robe be touched by mortals. Never will a Lover’s body be found buried in the earth. To Love is to be God.
Bring the pure wine of love and freedom. But sir, a tornado is coming. More wine, we’ll teach this storm A thing or two about whirling.
True beauty is a ray That springs from the sacred depths of the soul, and illuminates the body, just as life springs from the kernel of a stone and gives colour and scent to a flower.
My dear soul, flee from the worthless, stay close only to those with a pure heart. Like attracts like. A crow will lead you to the graveyard, a parrot to a lump of sugar.
Your body is woven from the light of heaven. Are you aware that its purity and swiftness are the envy of angels and its courage even keeps devils away?
My heart rushes into the garden, joyfully tasting all the delights. But reason frowns, disapproving of the heart’s bad manners.
Do not leave me, hide in my heart like a secret, wind around my head like a turban. “I come and go as I please,” you say, “swift as a heartbeat.” You can tease me as much as you like but never leave me.
When soul rises Into lips You feel the kiss You have wanted.
There’s a morning when presence comes over your soul. You sing like a rooster in your earth-colored shape. Your heart hears and, no longer frantic, begins to dance.
If there were no way into God, I would not have lain in the grave of this body so long.
There is little one can say about love. It has to be lived, and it’s always in motion.
Lovers move like lightning and wind. No contest. Theologians mumble, rumble-dumble, necessity and free will, while lover and beloved pull themselves into each other.
Love is an open secret, the most obvious thing in the world and the most hidden, with no why to how it keeps its mystery.
The feelings trembled and flapped in his chest like a bird newly put in a cage.
A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.
Peaceful is the one who’s not concerned with having more or less. Unbound by name and fame, he is free from sorrow from the world and mostly from himself.
Be motivated like the falcon, hunt gloriously. Be magnificent as the leopard, fight to win. Spend less time with nightingales and peacocks. One is all talk, the other only color.