Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don’t really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?
You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.
You don’t live on the earth, you are passing through it.
I have been a seeker and I still am, but I stopped asking the books and the stars. I started listening to the teaching of my Soul.
Friends are enemies sometimes, and enemies friends.
Nightingales are put in cages because their songs give pleasure. Whoever heard of keeping a crow?
Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life’s search for love and wisdom.
When the world pushes you to your knees, you’re in the perfect position to pray.
Not the ones speaking the same language, but the ones sharing the same feeling understand each other.
If you are looking for a friend who is faultless, you will be friendless.
Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come.
All religions, all this singing, one song. The differences are just illusion and vanity. The sun’s light looks a little different on this wall than it does on that wall, and a lot different on this other one, but it’s still one light.
Close your eyes, fall in Love, stay there.
The heart is your student, for love is the only way we learn.
Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it. It will turn to gold. Resurrection will be now. Every moment, a new beauty.
In every religion there is love, yet love has no religion.
Everything you see has its roots in the unseen world. The forms may change, yet the essence remains the same.
There is nothing outside of yourself, look within. Everything you want is there. You are That.
Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.