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

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

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.

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

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

Laws are like cobwebs, which may catch small flies, but let wasps and hornets break through.

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.

Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.

The scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.

And I cant deny – you’re the lesson I’m willing to love in this life.

On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.

Somedays depression is tender, as though hurting is just an art; and that maybe she didn’t break me more than enough!

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.