Go find yourself first so you can also find me.
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.
My heart is so smallit's almost invisible.How can You place such big sorrows in it?"Look," He answered,"your eyes are even smaller,yet they behold the world.
Knock, And He'll open the doorVanish, And He'll make you shine like the sunFall, And He'll raise you to the heavensBecome nothing, And He'll turn you into everything.
My friend, you thought you lost Him;that all your life you've been separated from Him.Filled with wonder, you've always looked outside for Him,and haven't searched within your own house.
You are an ocean in a drop of dew,all the universes in a thin sack of blood.What are these pleasures then,these joys, these worldsthat you keep reaching for,hoping they will make you more alive?
You are the Truth from foot to brow. Now, what else would you like to know?
You soak up my soul and mingle me. Each drop of my blood cries out to the earth. We are partners, blended as one.
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.
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?
You were born with potential. You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness. You were born with wings. You are not meant for crawling, so do...
If in thirst you drink water from a cup, you see God in it. Those who are not in love with God will see only their own faces in it.
Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book nor from tongue. If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is illumination of heart.
I want that love that moved the mountains. I want that love that split the ocean. I want that love that made the winds tremble. I want that love that roared like thunder. I want that love that will ra...
In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.First, to let go of life.In the end, to take a step without feet;to regard this world as invisible,and to disregar...
How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you are always flying off to blue perfection? Where will you plant your grief seeds? Workers need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspeci...
The ground's generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
It's your road, and yours alone.others may walk it with you,but no one can walk it for you.