Don’t make the body do what the spirit does best, and don’t put a big load on the spirit that the body could easily carry.
This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say. I don’t plan it. When I’m outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
I died as a mineral and became a plant, I died as a plant and rose to animal, I died as an animal and I was Man. Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
The waterwheel accepts water and turns and gives it away, weeping.
You had better run from me. My words are fire.
Speak a new language so that the world will be a new world.
I see my beauty in you.
With passion pray. With passion make love. With passion eat and drink and dance and play. Why look like a dead fish in this ocean of God?
Let go of your mind and then be mindful. Close your ears and listen!
I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.
Your longing for ME is my message to you, All your attempts to reach ME, Are in reality MY attempts to reach you.
This is what love does and continues to do. It tastes like honey to adults and milk to children.
Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives.
If you want to be more alive, love is the truest health.
There is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye.
Come sit with me! Let us drink the holy wine of happiness.
You are quaffing drink from a hundred fountains: whenever any of these hundred yields less, your pleasure is diminished. But when the sublime fountain gushes from within you, no longer need you steal from the other fountains.
Your light is more magnificent than sunrise or sunset.
We owe thankfulness to God, not sour faces.
I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean.