Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes around in another form.
This place is a dream.
Only a sleeper considers it real.
Then death comes like dawn,
and you wake up laughing at
what you thought was your grief.
Only a sleeper considers it real.
Then death comes like dawn,
and you wake up laughing at
what you thought was your grief.
Asleep for ages, I have dreamt the lives of many a man.
It is the scent of Home
that keeps me going
the hope of union
the face of my Beloved.
that keeps me going
the hope of union
the face of my Beloved.
When you do things from your Soul, you feel a river moving within you, a joy.
I have been a seeker and I still am, but I stopped asking the books and the stars. I started listening to the teaching of my Soul.
Love is the bridge between you and everything.
Run from what’s comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I’ll be mad.
There is a fountain inside you. Don't walk around with an empty bucket.
Close your eyes.
Fall in love.
Stay there.
Fall in love.
Stay there.
When I run after what I think I want, my days are a furnace of stress and anxiety; if I sit in my own place of patience, what I need flows to me, and without pain. From this I understand that what I want also wants me, is looking for me and attracting me. There is a great secret here for anyone who can grasp it.
Half of life is lost in charming others. The other half is lost in going through anxieties caused by others. Leave this play, you have played enough.
In each moment the fire rages, it will burn away a hundred veils. And carry you a thousand steps toward your goal.
Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.
Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
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.
Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.
Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
Ignore those that make you fearful and sad, that degrade you back towards disease and death.
I know you’re tired but come, this is the way.
Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.
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.
And so it is, that both the devil and the angelic spirits present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.
Wherever you are, and whatever you do, be in love.
Beings
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