Doing as others told me, I was Blind. Coming when others called me, I was Lost. Then I left everyone, myself as well. Then I found Everyone, Myself as well.
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.
A shadow cannot ignore the sun that all day creates and moves it.
I am an ark in the swift flood of time, and my companions, a fellowship. Who throws in with us sails into light.
We can’t help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water. Milk drinkers draw close to the mother. Muslims, Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus, shamans, everyone hears the intelligent sound and moves with thirst to meet it.