“The Sea Will be the Sea Whatever the drop’s philosophy.”

When first you enter Wisdom’s sea, beware-A wave of indecision floods you there.

A man whose eyes love opens risks his soul – His dancing breaks beyond the mind’s control.

The fruit of love’s great tree is poverty; Whoever knows this knows humility.

Let love lead your soul. Make it a place to retire to, a kind of monastery cave, a retreat for the deepest core of your being.

Were you indeed not blinded by the Curse Of Self-exile, that still grows worse and worse, Yourselves would know that, though you see him not, He is with you this Moment, on this Spot.

This was no friendship, to forsake your friend, To promise your support and at the end Abandon him-this was sheer treachery. Friend follows friend to hell and blasphemy- When sorrow comes one’s true friends are found; In times of joy ten thousand gather round.

The ocean can be yours; why should you stop Beguiled by dreams of evanescent dew? The secrets of the sun are yours, but you Content yourself with motes trapped in beams.

If the eye of the heart is open, in each atom there will be one hundred secrets

Become your biggest advocate. Drop the doubts, fears and insecurities.

If you don’t drop the ego, it will be the cause of your downfall. ⁣

Black revolutionaries do not drop from the moon. We are created by our conditions. Shaped by our oppression.

Let’s be open-minded, but not so open-minded that our brains drop out.

Be sure to put the knocker fairly low on your door in case a very small friend drops by.

I have heard their groans and sighs, and seen their tears, and I would give every drop of blood in my veins to free them.

Every drop in the ocean counts.

What are the children of men, but as leaves that drop at the wind’s breath?