Soul, if you want to learn secrets, your heart must forget about shame and dignity. You are God’s lover, yet you worry what people are saying.

You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?

Knowledge that is acquiredis not like this. Those who have it worry ifaudiences like it or not.It’s a bait for popularity.Disputational knowing wants customers.It has no soul…The only real customer is God.Chew quietlyyour sweet sugarcane...

Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.

Your depression is connected to your insolenceand refusal to praise. Whoever feels himself walking on the path, and refuses to praise–that man or womansteals from others every day–is a shoplifter!The sun became full of light...

Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it.

Take someone who doesn’t keep score,who’s not looking to be richer, or afraid of losing,who has not the slightest interest evenin his own personality: he’s free.

A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.

Give up to grace. The ocean takes care of each wave ’til it gets to shore. You need more help than you know.

Like a sculptor, if necessary,carve a friend out of stone.Realize that your inner sight is blindand try to see a treasure in everyone.

My wails of sorroware tormenting my soul

Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

There are as many ways of loving as there are people, and that wildflower variety is the great beauty of this dimension of existence.

Love is a madman,working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes,running through the mountains, drinking poison,and now quietly choosing annihilation.

Gamble everything for love, if you’re a true human being.

You are the Truth from foot to brow. Now, what else would you like to know?

Go back,go back to sleep.Yes, you are allowed.You who have no Love in your heart,you can go back to sleep.The power of Loveis exclusive to us,you can go back to sleep.I have been burntby the...

I went inside my heartto see how it was.Something there makes me hearthe whole world weeping.

There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body. Seawaterbegs the pearl to break its shell.and the lily, how passionatelyit needs some wild darling! Atnight, I open...

My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.

Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.

Be clear and smiling for those who are glad to see you. Someone who is not, let his way darken like a pen leaving a faltering ink trail.

I came with many knots in my heart,like the magician’s rope.You undid them all at once.I see now the splendor of the studentand that of the teacher’s art.Love and this body sit inside your presence,one...

In prayer all are equal.

Only union with you gives joy. The rest if tearing down one building to put up another.

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...

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.

The truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.

Lovers find secret placesinside this violent worldwhere they make transactions with beauty.

Oh soul, you worry too much. Your arms are heavy with treasures of all kinds.

The deeper the grief, the more radiant the love.

Every story is us

Whoever’s calm and sensible is insane!

I am yours.Don’t give myself back to me.

If it is bread that you seek, you will have bread. If it is the soul you seek, you will find the soul. If you understand this secret, you know you are that which you...

jangan tanya apa agamaku. aku bukan yahudi. bukanzoroaster. bukan pula islam. karena aku tahu, begitu suatu namakusebut, kau akan memberikan arti yang lain daripada makna yang hidupdi hatiku.

Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.

What can I do, Muslims? I do not know myself.I am neither Christian nor Jew, neither Magian nor Muslim,I am not from east or west, not from land or sea,not from the shafts of nature...

Without demolishing religious schools (madrassahs) and minarets and without abandoning the beliefs and ideas of the medieval age, restriction in thoughts and pains in conscience will not end. Without understanding that unbelief is a kind...

There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled.There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled.You feel it, don’t you?

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

From “Blasphemy and the Core”Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to.Don’t try to see through the distances.That’s not for human beings. Move within,but don’t move the way fear makes you move.

The moon splits open.We move through, waterbirds risingto look for another lake.Or say we are living in a love-ocean,where trust works to caulk our body-boat,to make it last a little while,until the inevitable shipwreck,the total...

For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself.From within, I couldn’t decide what to do.Unable to see, I heard my name being called.Then I walked outside.

I break out laughing. I frown.I yell and scream. Sometimes,if one jokes and giggles,one causes war.So I hide how tickled I am.Tears well up in my eyes.My body is a large city.Much grieving in one...

I know you’re tired but come, this is the way.

Give your weakness to one who helps.

I will soothe you and heal you,I will bring you roses.I too have been covered with thorns.

People who repress desiresoften turn, suddenly,into hypocrites.

The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it’s gone.