How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its being; otherwise we all remain too frightened.
I do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon from my heart, like flowers in a garden.
Greatness is always built on this foundation: the ability to appear, speak and act, as the most common man.
Now is the time to understand That all your ideas of right and wrong Were just a child’s training wheelsTo be laid aside When you finally live With veracity And love.
Thou learnest no secret until thou knowest friendship, since to the unsound no heavenly knowledge enters.
The sun will stand as your best man And whistle When you have found the courage To marry forgiveness When you have found the courage to marry Love.
We don’t need sugar, flour or rice or anything else. We just want to see our dear ones.
True art awakens the Extraordinary Ovation.
Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!
On the neck of a young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise.
All your wounds from craving love Exist because of heroic deeds.
Not loving is a letting go. Listen, The terrain around here Is Far too Dangerous For That.
Speak but little, and that little only when thy own purposes require it. Heaven has given thee two ears but only one tongue, which means: listen to two things, but be not the first to propose one.
How Do I Listen to others? As if everyone were my Master Speaking to me His Cherished Last Words.
Grieve not; though the journey of life be bitter, and the end unseen, there is no road which does not lead to an end.
How seamless seemed love and then came trouble!
Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.
Whatis the root of all these words? One thing: Love. But a love so deep and sweet it needed to express itself with scents, sounds, colors that never before existed.
There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.
The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure Soul.
Dear Ones, Beware of the tiny gods frightened men Create To bring anesthetic relief to their sad days.