Love is a river. Drink from it.
Purify yourself from the attributes of self, so that you may see your own pure, untarnished essence.
Oh Soul! You worry too much. Your arms are heavy with treasures of all kinds.
If you see Two in One – I only see One in Two.
It is Love that gives joy to happiness.
Sometimes the shadow stays next to the Light. Sometimes it disappears into the Light.
No One in the Entire World is as Precious as You are.
Come into my eyes, and look at me through them, for I have chosen a home far beyond what eyes can see.
I was a tiny bug. Now a mountain. I was left behind. Now honored at the head. You healed my wounded hunger and anger, and made me a poet who sings about joy.
The source is within you. And this whole world is springing up from it.
What a relief to be empty! Then God can live your life.
The fluteplayer puts breath into a flute, and who makes the music? Not the flute. The Fluteplayer!
Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I’ve gone and come back, I’ll find it at home.
Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.
Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don’t give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.
That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.
When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.