The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.

Lovers find secret places inside this violent world where they make transactions with beauty.

The Beloved is with you in the midst of your seeking! He holds your hand wherever you wander.

Friend, our closeness is this: anywhere you put your foot, feel me in the firmness under you.

All loves are a bridge to Divine love. Yet, those who have not had a taste of it do not know!

When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools, dig a way out through the bottom of the ocean.

The interpretation that makes you ardent and hopeful and active and reverent is the true one.

I should sell my tongue and buy a thousand ears when that One steps near and begins to speak.

The only thing that will keep you from finding that which you seek is calling off the search.

Last night I learned how to be a lover of God. To live in this world and call nothing my own.

Happy is the moment we sit together, with two forms, with two faces, yet one soul. You and I.

The testing of good and bad is in order that the gold may boil and bring the scum to the top.

In the house of lovers, the music never stops, the walls are made of songs & the floor dances

There is nothing outside of yourself, look within. Everything you want is there. You are That.

When LOVE for GOD has been doubled in your HEART, there is no doubt that GOD has love for YOU.

You are a lover of your own experience ... not of me ... you turn to me to feel ur own emotion

Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

Paradise is surrounded by what we dislike; the fires of hell are surrounded by what we desire.

Every rose that is sweet-scented within, That rose is telling of the secrets of the Universal.

The ground's generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.

Always search for your innermost nature in those you are with, as rose oil imbibes from roses.

Dancing is when you rise above both worlds, tearing your heart to pieces & giving up your soul

I am the glorious sun, the ocean laden with pearls. Within my heart is the grandeur of heaven.

A soul which is not clothed with the inner garment of Love should be ashamed of its existence.

The branch might seem like the fruit's origin: In fact, the branch exist because of the fruit.

This is how I would die into the love I have for you: As pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight.

In the middle of my heart, a star appeared, and the seven heavens were lost in its brilliance.

The meaning of poetry has no sureness of direction; is like the sling, it is not under control.

There is no worse sickness for the soul, o you who are proud, than this pretense of perfection.

There is no room for hypocrisy. Why use bitter soup for healing when sweet water is everywhere?

The rose does best as a rose. Lilies make the best lilies. And look! You - the best you around!

Break your pitcher against a rock. We don't need any longer to haul pieces of the ocean around.

When a man makes up a story for his child, he becomes a father and a child together, listening.

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. Welcome and entertain them all!

Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting.

You wander from room to room Hunting for the diamond necklace That is already around your neck!

There is a life in you, search that life, search the secret jewel in the mountain of your body.

There is something to be said for anyone who sits alone with dignity and silently begs for God.

I said, “I just want to know you and then disappear.” She said, “Knowing me does not mean dying.

Let people catch something from your heart that will cause no discomfort, but help them to sing.

Love is cure, Love is power, Love is the magic of changes. Love is the mirror, of divine beauty!

Every forest branch moves differently in the breeze, but as they sway they connect at the roots.

I went inside my heart to see how it was. Something there makes me hear the whole world weeping.

This is what love does and continues to do. It tastes like honey to adults and milk to children.

A true Lover is proved such by his pain of Heart! No sickness is there like sickness of Heart!!!

One of the marvels of the world: The sight of a soul sitting in prison with the key in its hand.

You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.

Darkness may hide the trees and the flowers from the eyes but it cannot hide love from the soul.

Don't grieve for what doesn't come. Some things that don't happen keep disasters from happening.

Whoever is loved is beautiful, but the opposite is not true, that whoever is beautiful is loved.

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