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Tear off the mask. Your face is glorious.
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All religions. All this singing. One sone. Peace be with you.
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Oh you, straying heart, just come! Oh you, aching liver, just come! If the path to the gate is closed, Take the way by the wall, but come!
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Love is not love that doesn’t love the details of the beloved, the minute particulars.
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Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
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Woman is the light of God.
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Only from the heart can you touch the sky.
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Your breath touched my soul and I saw beyond all limits.
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Every story is us
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Two there are who are never satisfied -- the lover of the world and the lover of knowledge.
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Now be silent. Let the One who creates the words speak. He made the door. He made the lock. He also made the key.
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If you have much, give of your wealth; If you have little, give of your Heart.
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A servant wants to be rewarded for what he does. A lover wants only to be in love's presence, that ocean whose depth will never be known.
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A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.
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Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river. When the ocean is searching for you, don’t walk into the river. Listen to the ocean.
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Come out of the circle of time And into the circle of love.
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Work on your strong qualities and become resplendent like the ruby. Practice self-denial and accept difficulty. Always see infinite life in letting the self die. Your stoniness will decrease; your ruby nature will grow. The signs of self-existence will leave your body, and ecstasy will take you over.
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There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body. Seawater begs the pearl to break its shell. and the lily, how passionately it needs some wild darling! At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language door and open the lovers window. The moon won’t use the door, only the window.
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Flow down and down in always widening rings of being.
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When the rose is gone and the garden faded you will no longer hear the nightingale's song. The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil. The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing. If love withholds its strengthening care, the lover is left like a bird without care, the lover is left like a bird without wings. How will I be awake and aware if the light of the Beloved is absent? Love wills that this Word be brought forth.
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But can you think of anyone who's not hazy with smoke?
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Darkness may hide the trees and the flowers from the eyes but it cannot hide love from the soul.
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