Ignore those that make you fearful and sad, that degrade you back towards disease and death.

The time has come to turn your heart into a temple of fire.

Open your hands if you want to be held.

Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.

The soul is here for its own joy.

Seek the sound that never ceases. Seek the sun that never sets.

What will our children do in the morning if they do not see us fly?

You have forgotten the One who doesn’t care about ownership, who doesn’t try to turn a profit from every human exchange.

Either give me more wine or leave me alone.

Love sometimes wants to do us a great favor: hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.

Lovers have heartaches that can’t be cured by drugs or sleep, or games, but only by seeing their beloved.

Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.

I lost my hat while gazing at the moon, and then I lost my mind.

Gratitude is the wine for the soul. Go on. Get drunk.

To me nothing in the world is as precious as a genuine smile, especially from a child.

Conventional opinion is the ruin of our souls.

Whatever purifies you is the right path, I will not try to define it.

Let go of your mind and then be mindful. Close your ears and listen.

The world is a mountain, in which your words are echoed back to you.

The desire to know your own soul will end all other desires.

All your anxiety is because of your desire for harmony. Seek disharmony, then you will gain peace.

Anything which is more than our necessity is poison. It may be power, wealth, hunger, ego, greed, laziness, love, ambition, hate or anything.

Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it. In their seeking, wisdom and madness are one and the same. On the path of love, friend and stranger are one and the same.

Clean out your ears, don’t listen for what you already know.

O, happy the soul that saw its own faults.

When you lose all sense of self, the bonds of a thousand chains will vanish.

Peaceful is the one who’s not concerned with having more or less. Unbound by name and fame, he is free from sorrow from the world and mostly from himself.

Two there are who are never satisfied – the lover of the world and the lover of knowledge.

Whenever they rebuild an old building, they must first of all destroy the old one.

Your radiance shines in every atom of creation yet our petty desires keep it hidden.

Everything about yesterday has gone with yesterday. Today, it is needed to say new things.

Why are you knocking at every door? Go, knock at the door of your own heart.

Keep silent, because the world of silence is a vast fullness. 

This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor… Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honorably. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.

When I run after what I think I want, my days are a furnace of distress and anxiety; If I sit in my own place of patience, what I need flows to me, and without any pain. From this I understand that what I want also wants me, is looking for me and attracting me. There is a great secret in this for anyone who can grasp it.

My head is bursting with the joy of the unknown. My heart is expanding a thousand fold.

Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.

Wisdom tells us we are not worthy; love tells us we are. My life flows between the two.

The moment you accept what troubles you’ve been given, the door will open.

Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don’t you?

Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.

I have been a seeker and I still am, but I stopped asking the books and the stars. I started listening to the teaching of my Soul.

It’s your road and yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you.

Let silence be the art you practice

The spirit is so near that you can’t see it! But reach for it… don’t be a jar, full of water, whose rim is always dry. Don’t be the rider who gallops all night and never sees the horse that is beneath him.

Take someone who doesn’t keep score, who’s not looking to be richer, or afraid of losing, who has not the slightest interest even in his own personality: he’s free.

When the world pushes you to your knees, you’re in the perfect position to pray.

Be full of sorrow, that you may become hill of joy; weep, that you may break into laughter.