You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might also pray in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance. |
You were born together, and together you shall be for evermore . . . but let there be spaces in your togetherness. And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. |
You work that you may keep peace with the earth and the soul of the earth |
Your children are not your children. / They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. |
Your daily life is your temple and your religion. When you enter into it take with you your all. |
Your friend is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. |
Your friend is your needs answered. |
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights. |
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When y |
Your life is an island separated from all other islands and continents. Regardless of how many boats you send to other shores or how many ships arrive upon your shores, you yourself are an island separated by its own pains, secluded in its happiness |
Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens. |
Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens. |
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. |
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self, so therefore, trust the physician and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility. |
Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafairing soul, if either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas. For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction. |