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. |
Joy lives concealed in grief. |
Knowest thou not the beauty of thine own face? Quit this temper that leads thee to war with thyself. |
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do. |
Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be. |
Liberated from suffering and search I have tied myself to the skirt of God. If I fly, I look at the summits I ascend. If I go around in circle I observe the axis on which I revolve. If I am dragged by a burden, I know where I go. For I am the moon, and the sun is my guide. |
Look at Love... how it tangles with the one fallen in love . |
Look at your heart and tongue, one feels but deaf and dumb, the other speaks in words and signs. |
Now I am sober and there's only the hangover and the memory of love . |
Oh soul, you worry too much. You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul. |
Oh Sweet Bitterness! I will soothe you and heal you I will bring you roses I too have been covered with thorns. |
One day You will take my heart completely and make it more fiery than a dragon. Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet. |
Only from the heart Can you touch the sky. |
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there. |
Pilgrimage to the place of the wise is to find escape from the flame of separateness. |