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It is peace, not happiness, that quells the fires of desire and leaves the heart truly content. Peace is the very essence of emotion and thought and yet beyond the touch of both.
Be the change you wish to see in the world.
Anything that the mind thinks, it can unthink. If, therefore, by the law of cause and effect we have produced unpleasant conditions, we should be able by this same law to produce an entirely different effect.
The proverbial expressions about the grave, woman’s love, dry earth and eternal fire are enigmatic, but they have a deeper meaning: inordinate love is insatiable.
Nature brings us back to absolute truth whenever we wander.
A man’s gift is called an upright life. It is that gift that makes room for him and makes him worthy of the fullness of God. It is that very thing which is called the “throne” of the holy powers.
Let us not ask, “Why was I placed in this body?” or “Why was I not made an angel?” Does not God show partiality? Do we not have free will? All these questions simply multiple vanity. How can the creature say to the Creator, “Why did you make me like this?” or how can a creature answer back to God? Let all these kinds of discussions cease. Instead, let those discussions prevail which guide us towards virtue and knowledge. All that is present in this age of shadows is called vanity and shadows, and all that belongs to this life will be covered with the darkness, becoming obsolete upon departing this life.
Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
Every day in many ways, day after day, we walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-law. But always meeting ourselves.
A man should wander about treating all creatures as he himself would be treated.
When we get out of the glass bottle of our ego, and when we escape like squirrels in the cage of our personality and get into the forest again, we shall shiver with cold and fright. But things will happen to us so that we don’t know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in, and passion will make our bodies taut with power. We shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like burnt paper.
It is all the same to be living and dead, waking and sleeping, young and old, as each of these alternately change into the other.
To those who awake, there is one world in common, but to those who are asleep, each is withdrawn to a private world of his own.
One does not discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.
Don’t surrender your loneliness so quickly. Let it cut more deep. Let it ferment and season you as few human or even divine ingredients can. Something missing in my heart tonight has made my eyes so soft, my voice so tender, my need of God absolutely clear.
Even after all this time, the Sun never says to the Earth, “You owe me.” Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the sky.
I am a hole in a flute that the Christ’s Breath moves through. Listen to this music.
This place where you are right now God circled on a map for you. Wherever your eyes and arms and heart can move against the earth and the sky, the Beloved has bowed there. Our Beloved has bowed there knowing you were coming.
Thou that has given so much to me, give one thing more: a grateful heart. Not thankful when it please me, as if thy blessings had spare days. But such a heart whose pulse may be thy praise.
A mind that is truly free has reached the state in which opposites are seen as empty. This is the only freedom.