Whoever finds love
beneath hurt and grief
disappears into emptiness
with a thousand new disguises.
It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
There is a Way
There is a way between voice and presence
where information flows.
In disciplined silence it opens.
With wandering talk it closes.
Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
I died a mineral, and became a plant. I died a plant and rose an animal. I died an animal and I was man. Why should I fear When was I less by dying
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.
A Stone I died
A stone I died and rose again a plant;
A plant I died and rose an animal;
I died an animal and was born a man.
Why should I fear? What have I lost by death?
Birdsong
Birdsong brings relief
to my longing
I'm just as ecstatic as they are,
but with nothing to say!
Please universal soul, practice
some song or something through me!
I See so Deeply Within Myself
I see so deeply within myself.
Not needing my eyes, I can see everything clearly.
Why would I want to bother my eyes again
Now that I see the world through His eyes?
