A stone I died and rose again a plant;

How did I ever forget the truth?How ridiculous to believe that sadness and sicknessAre anything other than bad dreams.’

in the solitude of nothingness;He holds a mirror to His Faceand beholds His own beauty.he is the knower and the known,the seer and the seen;No eye but His ownhas ever looked upon this Universe.His every quality finds an expression:Eternity becomes the verdant field of Time and Space;Love, the life-giving garden of this world.Every branch and…

You have been interestedin your shadow. Look instead directly at the sun.What can we know by justwatching the time-and-space shapes of each other?Someone half awake in the night sees imaginary dangers;the morning star rises; the horizon growsdefined; people become friends in a moving caravan.Night birds may thinkdaybreak a kind of darkness, becausethat’s all they know.It’s…

There is a broken- open place in a lover.Where are those qualities of bravery andsharp compassion in this group? What’s theuse of old and frozen thought?I want a howling hurt. This is not a treasurywhere gold is stored; this is for copper.We alchemists look for talent thatcan heat up and change.Lukewarm won’t do. Halfhearted holding…

bond you bind, I break, by your soul.I am like heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow;I am all reason, all love, all soul, by your soul.My joy is of your doing, my hangover of your thorn;whatever side you turn your face,I turn mine, by your soul.I spoke in error;it is not…