Don’t turn away. Keep your gaze on the bandaged place. That’s where the light enters you.
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire.
The flower that does not smileat the branches withers.
The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell youDon’t go back to sleep!You must ask for what you really want.Don’t go back to sleep!People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch,The door is round and openDon’t go back to sleep!
The Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, said: “My Companions are as stars. Whomsoever of them you follow, you will be rightly guided.” When a man looks at a star, and finds his way by it, the star does not speak any word to that man. Yet, by merely looking at the star, the...
From “Wetness and Water”How does a part of the world leave the world?How can wetness leave water?Do not try to put out a fireby throwing on more fire.Do not wash a wound with blood.No matter how fast you run,your shadow more than keeps up.Sometimes it’s in front.Only full, overhead sundiminishes your shadow.But that shadow has...
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.
You are the Truth from foot to brow. Now, what else would you like to know?
The ground’s generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.
We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.
Looking for Your FaceFrom the beginning of my lifeI have been looking for your facebut today I have seen itToday I have seenthe charm, the beauty,the unfathomable graceof the facethat I was looking forToday I have found youand those who laughedand scorned me yesterdayare sorry that they were not lookingas I didI am bewildered by...
The wit taught by God to the beeIs withheld from the lion and the wild ass.
My lips got lost on the way to the kiss – that’s how drunk Iwas.
If I could repeat it,people passing by would be enlightened and go free.
Say I Am YouI am dust particles in sunlight.I am the round sun.To the bits of dust I say, Stay.To the sun, Keep moving.I am morning mist, and the breathing of evening.I am wind in the top of a grove, and surf on the cliff.Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,I am also the coral reef they...
There are thousands of wines that can take over our minds. Don’t think all ecstasies are the same!
And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?
Life’s waters flow from darkness, Search the darkness, don’t run from it.
In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.