Come Dance with Me , come dance.
Love is simply creation's greatest joy.
There is an ambush everywhere from the army of accidents; therefore the rider of life runs with loosened reins.
Fear is the cheapest room in the house.
There is no pleasure without a tincture of bitterness.
The lips of the one I love are my perpetual pleasure.
Only a Perfect One who is always laughing at the word two can make you know of Love.
A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.
True art awakens the Extraordinary Ovation
All your wounds from craving love Exist because of heroic deeds.
We don't need sugar, flour or rice or anything else. We just want to see our dear ones.
Every desire of your body is holy; Every desire of your body is Holy.
I know you have a hundred complex cases against God in court, but never mind, let's just get out of this mess.
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.
The world is a bride of surpassing beauty-but remember that this maiden is never bound to anyone.
The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.- Robert Frost Now that all your worry has proved such an unattractive business - why not find a better job?
How seek the way which leadeth to our wishes? By renouncing our wishes. The crown of excellence is renunciation.
The earth has disappeared beneath my feet, It fled from all my ecstasy. Now like a singing air creature I feel the rose keep opening.
You have actually waltzed with tremendous style, my sweet, O my sweet, crushed angel.
If, like the prophet Noah, you have patience in the distress of the flood, Calamity turns aside, and the desire of a thousand years comes forth.
On the holy boughs of the Celestial Tree High up in the heavenly fields, Beyond terrestrial desire My soul-bird a warm nest has built.
Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!
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.
Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.
'Tis writ on Paradise's gate, Woe to the dupe that yields to fate!
