If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. If they don’t, they never were.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
No human relation gives one possession in another—every two souls are absolutely different. In friendship or in love, the two side by side raise hands together to find what one cannot reach alone.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created for years or even generations.
They say: ‘If a man knew himself,he would know all mankind.’I say: ‘If a man loved mankind,he would know something of himself.
When you love you should not think you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Darkness may hide the treesand the flowers from the eyesbut it cannot hidelove from the soul.
Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.
He who seeks ecstasy in love should not complain of suffering.
We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.
I slept and I dreamed that life is all joy. I woke and I saw that life is all service. I served and I saw that service is joy.
The Reality of The Other Person Lies Not In What He Reveals To You, But What He Cannot Reveal To You.Therefore, If You Would Understand Him, Listen Not To What He Says, But Rather To What He Does Not Say.
Work is love made visible. And if you can’t work with love, but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of the people who work with joy
Of life’s two chief prizes, beauty and truth, I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer’s hand.
Do not fear the thorns in your path, for they draw only corrupt blood.
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding… And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy
If you reveal your secrets to the wind,you should not blame the wind forrevealing them to the trees.
Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.
He who is more mindful of one, loses the love and the faith of both.
He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked.The wind and the sun will tear no holes in his skin.
For Reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and Passion, unattended,is a flame that burns to its own destruction.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
It takes two of us to discover truth: one to utter it and one to understand it.
Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper,That we may record our emptiness.
I AM IGNORANT of absolute truth. But I am humble before my ignorance and therein lies my honor and my reward.
The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind.
Ihr redet, wenn ihr aufhört mit euren Gedanken in Frieden zu sein.
Die Einsicht eines Menschen verleiht ihre Flügel keinem anderen.
Wenn [der Lehrer] wirklich weise ist, fordert er euch nicht auf, ins Haus seiner Weisheit einzutreten, sondern führt euch an die Schwelle eures eigenen Geistes.
Je tiefer sich das Leid in euer Sein eingräbt, desto mehr Freude könnt ihr fassen.
Behind the veil of each night, there is a smiling dawn.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
I am forever walking upon these shores,Betwixt the sand and the foam,The high tide will erase my food prints,And the wind will blow away the foam,But the sea and the shore will remain forever.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and melt into the sun?
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
You give but little when you give of your possessions.It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, asthe mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.
No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
I came here to be for all and with all,and what I do today in my solitudewill be echoed tomorrow by the multitude.What I say now with one heartwill be said tomorrow by thousands of hearts…
Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the caravan of thinking.
Faith is a knowledge within the heart, beyond the reach of proof.
I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spirit.
One’s own religion is after all a matter between oneself and one’s Maker and no one else’s.
Your daily life is your temple and your religion. When you enter into it take with you your all.
When you reach the end of what you should know, you will be at the beginning of what you should sense.
And even as each one of you stands alone in God’s knowledge, so must each one of you be alone in his knowledge of God and in his understanding of the earth.
The lust for comfort kills the passions of the soul.
The timeless in you is aware of life’s timelessness. And knows that yesterday is but today’s memory and tomorrow is today’s dream.
Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you can not bear the pain. But you have already borne the pain. What you have not done is feel all you are beyond that pain.
Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit. For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
A woman protested saying, “Of course it was a righteous war. My son fell in it.”.
When you were a wandering desire in the mist, I too was there, a wandering desire. Then we sought one another, and out of our eagerness dreams were born. And dreams were time limitless, and dreams were space without measure.
I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.
Life without liberty is like a body without spirit.
For how can a tyrant rule the free and the proud, but for a tyranny in their own freedom and a shame in their own pride?
Tolerance is love sick with the sickness of haughtiness.
Men who do not forgive women their little faults will never enjoy their great virtues.
The professors in the academy say, “Do not make the model more beautiful than she is,” and my soul whispers, “O if you could only paint the model as beautiful as she really is.
The appearance of things changes according to the emotions; and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves.
Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful.
True beauty is a rayThat springs from the sacred depths of the soul,and illuminates the body, just as lifesprings from the kernel of a stone andgives colour and scent to a flower.
Let me, O let me bathe my soul in colours; let me swallow the sunset and drink the rainbow.
Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite.
Seven times have I despised my soul: The sixth time when she despised the ugliness of a face, and knew not that it was one of her own masks.
Speak not of peoples and laws andKingdoms, for the whole earth isMy birthplace and all humans areMy brothers.
For the sight of the angry weather saddens my soul and the sight of the town, sitting like a bereaved mother beneath layers of ice, oppresses my heart.
Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
He suffered much, but he understood the mystery of pain: he knew that tears make all things shine.
Could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
Music is the language of the spirit. It opens the secret of life bringing peace, abolishing strife.
As the strings of a lute are apart though they quiver the same music.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone.Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.
If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and nights.
A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that gave it wings. Alone must it seek the ether. And alone and without his nest shall the eagle fly across the sun.
Beauty is a thing of might and dread.Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us.
Believing is a fine thing, but putting those beliefs into execution is a test of strength.
Reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.
Accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
You may give them your love but not your thougts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You are good in countless ways, and you are not evil when you are not good, you are only loitering and sluggard.
Our anxiety does not come from thinking about the future, but from wanting to control it.
Yesterday is but to-day’s memory and to-morrow is to-day’s dream.
Yesterday was a beautiful tune on the lips of life and today is a silent secret.
Words are timeless. You should utter them or write them with a knowledge of their timelessness.
All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.
What is word knowledge but a shadow of wordless knowledge?
if you cannot but weep when your soul summons you to prayer, she should spur you again and yet again, though weeping, until you shall come laughing
When you pray you rise to meet in the air those who are praying at that very hour, and whom save in prayer you may not meet.
Dig anywhere in the earth and you will find a treasure, only you must dig with the faith of a peasant.
The breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.
Stand together yet not too near together:For the pillars of the temples stand apart,And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each others shadow.
An eye for an eye, and the whole world would be blind.
My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear – a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence
You may forget the one with whom you have laughed, but never the one with whom you have wept.
The house that does not comfort the needy is worthy of naught but destruction.
Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair, but manifestations of strength and resolution.
The smallest act of kindness is worth more than the greatest intention.
Verily the kindness that gazes upon itself in a mirror turns to stone,And a good deed that calls itself by tender names becomes the parent to a curse
Not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city.
It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst.
Ready am I to go, and my eagerness with sails full set awaits the wind.Only another breath will I breathe in this still air, only another loving look cast backward,
My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent virtues.
Death changes nothing but the masks that cover our faces.
I cannot tarry longer.The sea that calls all things unto her calls me
Of the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil.For what is evil but good tortured by it’s own hunger and thirst?Verily when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark caves, and when it thirsts it drinks even of dead waters.
You make such a noise falling! You scatter all my winter dreams
You may judge others only according to your knowledge of yourself.
When you see a man led to prison say in your heart, “Mayhap he is escaping from a narrower prison.” And when you see a man drunken say in your heart, “Mayhap he sought escape from something still more unbeautiful.
And let your board stand an altar on which the pure and the innocent of forest and plain are sacrificed for that which is purer and still more innocent in man.
Your children are not your children. They are sons and daughters of the Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts.
One hour devoted to mourning and lamenting theStolen equality of the weak is nobler than aCentury filled with greed and usurpation.
I deserted the world and sought solitude because I became tired of rendering courtesy to those multitudes who believe that humility is a sort of weakness, and mercy a kind of cowardice, and snobbery a form of strength.
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit
I too am my own forerunner, though I sit in the shadows of my trees and seem motionless.
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.
Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need.
Life is not only merriment,It is desire and determination.
There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair
Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.
And how shall you punish those whose remorse is already greater than their misdeeds?
Smile, my beloved, like the gold smiles from my father’s coffers.
We are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.
Long ago you were a dream in your mother’s sleep, and then she awoke to give you birth.
Some of our children are our justifications and some are but our regrets.
Life kisses our faces every morning. Yet, between morning and evening, she laughs at our sorrows.
He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy
Of the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil.For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?Verily when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark caves, and when it thirsts it drinks even of dead waters.
The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.
Art thou like me, child of my darkest heart? And dost thou think my untamed thoughts and speak my vast language?” “Yea, we are twin brothers, O, Night; for thou revealest space and I reveal my soul.
Know, therefore, that from the greater silence I shall return….. Forget not that I shall come back to you….A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and anohter woman shall bear me.
If you can see only what light reveals and hear only what sound announces, then in truth you do not see nor do you hear.
I existed from all eternity and, behold, I am here; and I shall exist till the end of time, for my being has no end.
Let there be spaces in your togetherness.And let the wind of the heavens dance between you.
What is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
But you, children of space, you restless in rest, you shall not be trapped nor tamed.
Shall I come to you, a boundless drop to a boundless ocean.
Generosity is not in giving me that which I need more than you do, but it is in giving me that which you need more than I do.
Who are you that men should rend their bosom and unveil their pride, that you may see their worth naked and their pride unabashed?See first that you yourself deserve to be a giver, and an instrument of giving.
It is well to give when asked, but it is better to give unasked, through understanding; And to the open-handed the search for one who shall receive is joy greater than giving.
You often say, “I would give, but only to the deserving.”The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture.They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.
Beauty is that which attracts your soul, and that which loves to give and not to receive.
You cannot judge any man beyond your knowledge of him, and how small is your knowledge.
There is a space between man’s imagination and man’s attainment that may only be traversed by his longing.
Shall the day of parting be the day of gathering?And shall it be said that my eve was in truth my dawn?
In the summer heat the reapers say, “We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.
Fear not the phantom of death, My Countrymen, for his greatnessAnd mercy will refuse to approachYour smallness; and dread not the Dagger, for it will decline to beLodged in your shallow hearts.
To be modest in speaking truth is hypocrisy. TM-ST-95
But I say that even as the holy and the righteous cannot rise beyond the highest which is in each one of you,So the wicked and the weak cannot fall lower than the lowest which is in you also.
Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem
And one of the elders of the city , said , speak to us of good and evil.And he answered :You are good in countless ways , and you are not evil when you are not good .
Do not blame a person for drinking lest he is trying to forget something more serious than drinking.
He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly.
A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that gave it wings.
Who can separate his faith from his actions or his belief from his occupations?
Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Art arises when the secret vision of the artist and the manifestation of nature agree to find new shapes.
Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother.
Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother.
Yes there is a Nirvanah: it is in leading your sheep to a green pasture and in putting your child to sleep and in writing the last line of your poem.
Friendship is always a sweet responsibility never an opportunity.
You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
The significance of a man is not in what he attains but rather in what he longs to attain.
Yes there is a Nirvanah it is in leading your sheep to a green pasture and in putting your child to sleep and in writing the last line of your poem.
The tiny flame that lights up the human heart is like a blazing torch that comes down from heaven to light up the paths of mankind. For in one soul are contained the hopes and feelings of all Mankind.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
If the other person injures you you may forget the injury but if you injure him you will always remember.
Reason ruling alone is a force confining and passion unattended is a flame that burns to its own destruction.
The lust for comfort that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest and then becomes a host and then a master.
Life without love is like a tree without blossom and fruit.
Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
They deem me mad because I will not sell my days for gold and I deem them mad because they think my days have a price.
We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.
You pray in your distress and in your need would that you might also pray in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.
You pray in your distress and in your need would that you might pray also in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.
The obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply.
You pray in your distress and in your need would that you might pray also in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.
In much of your talking thinking is half murdered.
No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.
The biggest thing in today’s sorrow is the memory of yesterday’s joy.
The chemist who can extract from his heart’s elements compassion respect longing patience regret surprise and forgiveness and compound them into one can create that atom which is called love.
An exaggeration is a truth that has lost its temper.
Work is love made visible. And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.