Be suspicious of what you want.
To love is human. To feel pain is human. Yet to still love despite the pain is pure angel.
Your earthly lover can be charming and coquettish but never very faithful. The true lover is the one who on your final day opens a thousand doors.
Gratitude is the wine for the soul. Go on. Get drunk.
I went inside my heart to see how it was. Something there makes me hear the whole world weeping.
Why are you so enchanted by this world, when a mine of gold lies within you?
I once had a thousand desires. But in my one desire to know you, all else melted away.
Those doing soul work, who want the searing truth more than solace or applause, know each other right away. Those who want something else turn and take a seat in another room. Soul-makers find each other’s company.
And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.
Dive today from the cliff of what you know into what you can’t know.
You are a volume in the divine book. A mirror to the power that created the universe. Whatever you want, ask it of yourself. Whatever you’re looking for can only be found inside of you.
If Your Eyes Are Opened, You’ll See The Things Worth Seeing.
Stay in the spiritual fire. Let it cook you.
If you could leave your selfishness, you would see how you’ve been torturing your soul.
If in the darkness of ignorance, you don’t recognize a person’s true nature, look to see whom he has chosen for his leader.
There’s no one with intelligence in this town except that man over there playing with the children, the one riding the stick horse. He has keen, fiery insight and vast dignity like the night sky, but he conceals it in the madness of child’s play.
I am so close, I may look distant. So completely mixed with you, I may look separate. So out in the open, I appear hidden. So silent, because I am constantly talking with you.
God picks up the reed-flute world and blows. Each note is a need coming through one of us, a passion, a longing pain. Remember the lips where the wind-breath originated, and let your note be clear. Don’t try to end it. Be your note.
Deep in our Hearts, the Light of Heaven is shining.
Look for the answer inside your question.