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You are the Truth from foot to brow. Now, what else would you like to know?
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No one can tell if I’m laughing or weeping. I wonder myself.
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Those beautiful words we said to one another are hidden in the secret heart of heaven. One day, like the rain, they will pour our love story all over the world.
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My dear soul, flee from the worthless, stay close only to those with a pure heart. Like attracts like. A crow will lead you to the graveyard, a parrot to a lump of sugar.
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Suffering is a gift. In it is hidden mercy.
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They say there is a doorway from heart to heart, but what is the use of a door when there are no walls?
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I, you, he, she, we In the garden of mystic lovers, these are not true distinctions.
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When someone beats a rug with a stick, he is not beating the rug – his aim is to get rid of the dust. Your inward is full of dust from the veil of ‘I’-ness, and that dust will not leave all at once. With every cruelty and every blow, it departs little by little from the heart’s face, sometimes in sleep and sometimes in wakefulness.
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The result of my life is no more than three words: I was raw, I became cooked, I was burnt.
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We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water.
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Love so needs to love that it will endure almost anything, even abuse, just to flicker for a moment. But the sky's mouth is kind, its song will never hurt you, for I sing those words.
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Learn the alchemy true human beings know. The moment you accept what troubles you've been given the door with open.
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Pain is a treasure, for it contains mercies.
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When the light returns to its source, it takes nothing of what it has illuminated.
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The flower that does not smile at the branches withers.
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Is your face a beautiful blossom or a sweet torture? I have no complaints but my heart is tempted to let you hear of its sorrows.
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When one of us gets lost, is not here, he or she must be inside us. There’s no place like that anywhere in the world.
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God has allowed some magical reversal to occur, so that you see the scorpion pit as an object of desire, and all the beautiful expanse around it as dangerous and swarming with snakes.
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Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say! Please, universal soul, practice some song, or something, through me!
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Every moment I shape my destiny with a chisel, I am a carpenter of my own soul.
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What matters is how quickly you do what your soul directs.
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I have searched all over the world but failed to see a virtue better than being well-behaved.
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Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
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This mirror inside me shows. I can’t say what, but I can’t not know. I run from body. I run from spirit. I do not belong anywhere.