And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart:Your seeds shall live in my body,And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart,And your fragrance shall be my breath,And...
I slept and I dreamed that life is all joy. I woke and I saw that life is all service. I served and I saw that service is joy.
Self is a sea boundless and measureless.
When a man kills another man, the people say he is a murderer, but when the Emir kills him, the Emir is just. When a man robs a monastery, they say he is a thief, but when the Emir robs him of his lif...
What is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
But you, children of space, you restless in rest, you shall not be trapped nor tamed.
Imagination sees the complete reality, - it is where past, present and future meet... Imagination is limited neither to the reality which is apparent - nor to one place. It lives everywhere. It is at...
Music is the language of the spirit. It opens the secret of life bringing peace, abolishing strife.
The breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.
My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear-a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence. The I in me, my friend, dwells in the house of...
Oftentimes have I heard you speak of one who commits a wrong as though he were not one of you, but a stranger unto you and an intruder upon your world.But I say that even as the holy and the righteous...
In the summer heat the reapers say, We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.
Beauty is that which attracts your soul, and that which loves to give and not to receive.
He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly.
My house says to me, "Do not leave me, for here dwells your past."And the road says to me, "Come and follow me, for I am your future."And I say to both my house and the road, "I have no past, nor have...
Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem
Life is but a sleep disturbed By dreaming
Long ago you were a dream in your mother's sleep, and then she awoke to give you birth.
When you see a man led to prison say in your heart, "Mayhap he is escaping from a narrower prison." And when you see a man drunken say in your heart, "Mayhap he sought escape from something still more...
To be modest in speaking truth is hypocrisy. TM-ST-95
