Give your weakness to one who helps.
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it’s gone.
When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep. Praise God for those two insomnias! And the difference between them.
Either give me more wine or leave me alone.
I, you, he, she, we In the garden of mystic lovers, these are not true distinctions.
Learn the alchemy true human beings know. The moment you accept what troubles you’ve been given, the door will open.
Some nights stay up till dawn, as the moon sometimes does for the sun. Be a full bucket pulled up the dark way of a well, then lifted out into light.
Stars burn clear all night till dawn. Do that yourself, and a spring will rise in the dark with water your deepest thirst is for.
What you seek is seeking you.
Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation!
You are the Truth from foot to brow. Now, what else would you like to know?
The lion is most handsome when looking for food.
Not only the thirsty seek the water, the water as well seeks the thirsty.
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
Each moment from all sides rushes to us the call to love. We are running to contemplate its vast green field. Do you want to come with us?
That moon which the sky never saw even in dreams has risen again.
Today I’m out wandering, turning my skull into a cup for others to drink wine from. In this town somewhere there sits a calm, intelligent man, who doesn’t know what he’s about to do!
Everything you possess of skill, and wealth, and handicraft, wasn’t it first merely a thought and a quest?
Pull the thorn of existence out of the heart! Fast! For when you do, you will see thousands of rose gardens in yourself.
O my choice beauty You’ve gone But your love remains in my heart Your image in my eye O guide on my winding road I keep turning round and round in the hopes of Finding you.