Expecting the worst, you look and instead,
here’s the joyful face youve been wanting to see.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.
Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expand
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
as birdwings.
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There’s courage involved if you want
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…
The Temple Of Love
The temple of love is not love itself;True love is the treasure,Not the walls about it.Do not admire the decoration,But involve yourself in the essence,The perfume that invades and touches you-The beginning and the end.Discovered, this replace all else,The apparent and the unknowable.Time and space are slaves to this presence.
Passion Makes The Old Medicine New:
Passion makes the old medicine new:Passion lops off the bough of weariness.Passion is the elixir that renews:how can there be wearinesswhen passion is present?Oh, don’t sigh heavily from fatigue:seek passion, seek passion, seek passion!
Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu
or cultural system. I am not from the Eastor the West, not out of the ocean or upfrom the ground, not natural or ethereal, notcomposed of elements at all. I do not exist,am not an entity in this world or in the next,did not descend from Adam and Eve or anyorigin story. My place is…
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
First, to let go of live.In the end, to take a step without feet;to regard this world as invisible,and to disregard what appears to be the self.Heart, I said, what a gift it has beento enter this circle of lovers,to see beyond seeing itself,to reach and feel within the breast.
Expecting the worst, you look and instead,
here’s the joyful face youve been wanting to see.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.
Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expand
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
as birdwings.
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I have got out of my own control, I have fallen into unconsciousness; in my utter unconsciousness how joyful I am with myself!
My soul fought with me saying, “Do not pain me”; I said, “Take your divorce.” She said, “Grant it”; I granted it.When my mother saw on my cheek the brand of your love she cut my umbilical cord on that, the moment I was born.If I travel to heaven and read the Tablet of the…
If I weep, if I come with excuses, my beloved puts cotton wool in his ears.
If he accounts me nonexistent, I account his tyranny generosity.The cure of the ache of my heart is the ache for him; how shall I not surrender my heart to his ache?Only then are glory and respect mine, when his glorious love renders me contemptible.Only then does the vine of my body become wine, when…
An intellectual is all the time showing off.
Intellectuals try not to drown,while the whole purpose of lovesis drowning.Intellectual inventways to rest, and then lie down~in those beds.Lovers feel ashamedof comforting ideas.You’ve seen a globof oil on water? That’s how a loversits with intellectuals, there, but alonein a circle of himself.Some intellectualtries to give sound advice to a lover.All he hears back is,…
Let go of your worries
like the face of a mirrorthat contains no images.If you want a clear mirror,behold yourselfand see the shameless truth,which the mirror reflects.If metal can be polishedto a mirror-like finish,what polishing might the mirrorof the heart require?Between the mirror and the heartis this single difference:the heart conceals secrets,while the mirror does not.
My heart is burning with love
My heart is pulsing with passionlike waves on an oceanmy friends have become strangersand I’m surrounded by enemiesBut I’m free as the windno longer hurt by those who reproach meI’m at home wherever I amAnd in the room of loversI can see with closed eyesthe beauty that dancesBehind the veilsintoxicated with loveI too dance the…
What Hidden Sweetness Is There
What hidden sweetness there is in this emptiness of the belly!Man is surely like a lute, no more and no less;For if, for instance, the belly of the lute becomes full, nolament high or low will arise from that full lute.If your brain and belly are on fire through fasting, because ofthe fire every moment…