Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.
Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open?
If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?