I have put duality away. I have seen the two worlds are one.
The spirit and the body carry different loads and require different attentions. Too often we put the saddlebags on Jesus and let the donkey run loose in the pasture.
Happy, not from anything that happens. Warm, not from fire or a hot bath. Light, I register zero on a scale.
Everyone turns toward someone. Look for one scarred by the King’s polo stick.
But learn this custom from the flower: silence your tongue.
Except for Love, nothing you see will remain forever.
What comes, will go. What is found, will be lost again. But what you are is beyond coming and going and beyond description.
The love religion is all that is written here.
Kindle in thy heart the flame of love.
What a piece of bread looks like depends on whether you are hungry or not.
No better love than love with no objective, no more satisfying work than work with no purpose. If you could give up tricks and cleverness, that would be the cleverest trick!
I want to say words that flame as I say them, but I keep quiet and don’t try to make both words fit in one mouthful.
Love is the house of God and you are living in that house.
The eye goes blind when it only wants to see why.
Finding faults is for those with tired minds.
The soul: a wide listening sky with thousands of candles.
The world is nothing but a moment.
A Breath of love can take you all the way to infinity.
Daylight, full of small dancing particles. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
If only you knew what bliss I find in being nothing.