Your real “country” is where you’re heading, not where you are.
Love is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end. Imagine, a suspended ocean, riding on a cushion of ancient secrets.
The miracle of Jesus is himself, not what he said or did.
He alone has the right to break, for He alone has the power to mend.
The glance of Love is crystal clear.
War, like children’s fights, is meaningless, pitiless, and contemptible.
Whether you love God or you love a human being, if you love enough you will come into the presence of Love itself.
Love opens my chest, and thought returns to its confines.
A thief loves the night. I am day. I reveal essences.
The images we create could turn into wild beasts and tear us to pieces.
In things spiritual, there is no partition, no number, no individuals. How sweet is the oneness-unearth the treasure of Unity.
Sit with lovers and choose their state. Do not stay long with those who are not living in the heart.
I was there in the beginning and I was the spirit of love.
Don’t grieve for what doesn’t come. Some things that don’t happen keep disasters from happening.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.
When a man makes up a story for his child, he becomes a father and a child together, listening.
The sky will bow down to your beauty, if you do.
The friend who knows a lot more than you do will bring difficulties, and grief, and sickness, as medicine, as happiness, as the essence of the moment when you’re beaten when you hear Checkmate, and can finally say, I trust you to kill me.
When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools, dig a way out through the bottom of the ocean.
In real existence there is only unity.