You must ask for what you really want. Don’t go back to sleep
I cannot sleep in your presence. In your absence, tears prevent me.
You watch me, my Beloved, on each sleepless night… only you see the difference
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you.
Your mistakes can also lead you to the Truth.
When you ask, the answer will be given.
Do you know what the music is saying? Come follow me and you will find the way.
Come, come again, whoever you are, come! Come even if you broke your penitence a hundred times, come as you are.
Come out of the circle of time and into the circle of love…
The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.
Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing there is a field. I will meet you there.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don’t claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent.
Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart, and that depends upon how much he has polished it. Whoever has polished it more, sees more. More unseen forms becomes manifest to him.
We can’t help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water.
It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I’ve gone and come back, I’ll find it at home.
Silence is the language of God; all else is pure translation.
One day You will take my heart completely and make it more fiery than a dragon. Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.
Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.
Now I am sober and there’s only the hangover and the memory of love.
I cannot sleep in your presence. In your absence, tears prevent me.
You watch me, my Beloved, on each sleepless night… only you see the difference
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you.
Your mistakes can also lead you to the Truth.
When you ask, the answer will be given.
Do you know what the music is saying? Come follow me and you will find the way.
Come, come again, whoever you are, come! Come even if you broke your penitence a hundred times, come as you are.
Come out of the circle of time and into the circle of love…
The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.
Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing there is a field. I will meet you there.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don’t claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent.
Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart, and that depends upon how much he has polished it. Whoever has polished it more, sees more. More unseen forms becomes manifest to him.
We can’t help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water.
It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I’ve gone and come back, I’ll find it at home.
Silence is the language of God; all else is pure translation.
One day You will take my heart completely and make it more fiery than a dragon. Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.
Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.
Now I am sober and there’s only the hangover and the memory of love.
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