Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.
I wish I could show you...the astonishing light of your own being.
What we speak becomes the house we live in.
I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew. 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 a pure Soul. Love has befriended me so completely it has turned to ash and freed me of every concept and image my mind has ever known.
Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.
You yourself are your own obstacle, rise above yourself.
I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, 'love lifts me.'
This place where you are right now, God circled on a map for you.
Be kind to your sleeping heart. Take it out into the vast fields of light...And let it breathe.
Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.
Your love Should never be offered to the mouth of a Stranger, Only to someone Who has the valor and daring To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife Then weave them into a blanket To protect you.
The heart is a thousand stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love.
What do sad people have in common? It seems they have all built a shrine to the past and often go there and do a strange wail and worship. What is the beginning of Happiness? It is to stop being so religious like that.
It happens all the time in heaven, And some day It will begin to happen Again on earth - That men and women who are married, And men and men who are Lovers, And women and women Who give each other Light, Often will get down on their knees And while so tenderly Holding their lover's hand, With tears in their eyes, Will sincerely speak, saying, My dear, How can I be more loving to you; How can I be more kind?
I am in love with every church And mosque And temple And any kind of shrine Because I know it is there That people say the different names Of the One God.
I have a thousand brilliant lies For the question: How are you? I have a thousand brilliant lies For the question: What is God? If you think that the Truth can be known From words, If you think that the Sun and the Ocean Can pass through that tiny opening Called the mouth, O someone should start laughing! Someone should start wildly Laughing Now!
Let tenderness pour from your eyes, the way sun gazes warmly on earth.
Join me in the pure atmosphere of gratitude for life.
An awake heart is like a sky that pours light.
Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.
Carry your heart through this world like a life-giving sun
One regret dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.
The great religions are the ships, Poets the life boats. Every sane person I know has jumped overboard.
When all your desires are distilled; You will cast just two votes: To love more, And be happy.
Admit something. Everyone you see, you say to them "Love me." Of course you do not do this out loud: Otherwise, Someone would call the cops. Still, though, think about this, This great pull in us to connect. Why not become the one Who lives with a full moon in each eye That is always saying, With that sweet moon Language What every other eye in this world Is dying to Hear?
