You’re a song, a wished-for song.
Would you become a pilgrim on the road of love? The first condition is that you make yourself humble as dust and ashes.
Be occupied, then, with what you really value and let the thief take something else.
When the light returns to its source, it takes nothing of what it has illuminated.
All that you think is rain is not. Behind the veil angels sometimes weep.
Without the frown of clouds and lightning, the vines would be burned by the smiling sun.
Put your thoughts to sleep, do not let them cast a shadow over the moon of your heart. Let go of thinking.
One of the marvels of the world: The sight of a soul sitting in prison with the key in its hand.
Move, but don’t move the way fear makes you move.
Even when tied in a thousand knots, the string is still but one.
Why should I be weary when every cell of my body is bursting with life?
Love is the bridge between you and everything.
When the remedy you have offered only increases the disease, then leave him who will not be cured, and tell your story to someone who seeks the truth.
Only the soul knows what love is.
Don’t dismiss the heart, even if it’s filled with sorrow. God’s treasures are buried in broken hearts.
Indeed envy is a defect; worse than any other.
Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.
Beyond the rightness or wrongness of things there is a field, I’ll meet you there.
Though we seem to be sleeping, there is an inner wakefulness that directs the dream, and will eventually startle us back to the truth of who we are.
Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.