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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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Put your thoughts to sleep, do not let them cast a shadow over the moon of your heart. Let go of thinking.
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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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Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
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We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water.
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When I am silent, I have thunder hidden inside.
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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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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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What matters is how quickly you do what your soul directs.
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I cannot sleep in your presence In your absence, tears prevent me you watch me my beloved on each sleepiness night and Only you see the difference
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Whoever finds love beneath hurt and grief disappears into emptiness with a thousand new disguises
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As you start to walk on the way, the way appears.
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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.
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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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Treasure is stored in the ruined places. Do not break the hearts of the poor and heartbroken people.
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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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When you are everywhere, you are nowhere When you are somewhere, you are everywhere.”
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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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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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Limp along until your legs are spent, and you fall flat and your energy is drained. Then the grace of the Divine will lift you.
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I'm in love! Your advice, what are they? Love has poisoned me! Your remedies, what are they? I hear them shout: "fast, Bind him feet!" But if my heart that has gone mad! Those strings on my feet What is the point?
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My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there. This drunkenness began in some other tavern. When I get back around to that place, I’ll be completely sober.
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Suffering is a gift. In it is hidden mercy.