Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
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The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.
There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger.
There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.
If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.
Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.
When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.
I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: ‘You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.’