ThursdayFeb 05, 2026
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Men's minds perceive second causes, But only prophets perceive the action of the First Cause.
For those who have been lost in the contemplation of the divine immanence, God reveals his transcendence. And for those who are lost in the contemplation of God's transcendence, God reveals his immanence.
I died a mineral, and became a plant. I died a plant and rose an animal. I died an animal and I was man. Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment; Cleverness is mere opinion, bewilderment is intuition.
The Eternal looked upon me for a moment with his eye of power, and annihilated me in his being, and became manifest to me in his essence. I saw I existed through him.
Reason is like an officer when the King appears; The officer then loses his power and hides himself. Reason is the shadow cast by God; God is the sun.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart.
Come out of the circle of time, and into the circle of love.
Come, come, whoever you are. Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vow a thousand times Come, yet again, come, come.
Make yourself free from self at one stroke! Like a sword be without trace of soft iron; Like a steel mirror, scour off all rust with contrition.
Knock, And He'll open the door Vanish, And He'll make you shine like the sun. Fall, And He'll raise you to the heavens. Become nothing, And He'll turn you into everything.
A lifetime without Love is of no account Love is the Water of Life Drink it down with heart and soul!
Reason is powerless in the expression of Love. Love alone is capable of revealing the truth of Love and being a Lover. The way of our prophets is the way of Truth. If you want to live, die in Love; die in Love if you want to remain alive.
This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.
The drum of the realization of the promise is beating, we are sweeping the road to the sky. Your joy is here today, what remains for tomorrow?
Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
Look at these worlds spinning out of nothingness. That is within your power.
If thou wilt be observant and vigilant, thou wilt see at every moment the response to thy action. Be observant if thou wouldst have a pure heart, for something is born to thee in consequence of every action.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the door sill where two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Don't go back to sleep.
Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.
Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?
Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book nor from tongue. If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is illumination of heart.
Every tree and plant in the meadow seemed to be dancing, those which average eyes would see as fixed and still.
We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water. Milk drinkers draw close to the mother. Muslims, Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus, shamans, everyone hears the intelligent sound and moves with thirst to meet it.
Out beyond ideas of right-doing and wrong-doing there is a field. I'll meet you there.
Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.
Love is the Water of Life Everything other than love for the most beautiful God is agony of the spirit, though it be sugar- eating. What is agony of the spirit? To advance toward death without seizing hold of the Water of Life.
Lovers O lovers, lovers it is time to set out from the world. I hear a drum in my soul's ear coming from the depths of the stars. Our camel driver is at work; the caravan is being readied. He asks that we forgive him for the disturbance he has caused us, He asks why we travellers are asleep. Everywhere the murmur of departure; the stars, like candles thrust at us from behind blue veils, and as if to make the invisible plain, a wondrous people have come forth.
We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.
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