A moment of happiness,you and I sitting on the verandah,apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.We feel the flowing water of life here,you and I, with the garden’s beautyand the birds singing.The stars will be watching us,and we will show themwhat it is to be a thin crescent moon.You and I unselfed, will

Be with those who help your being.Don’t sit with indifferent people, whose breathcomes cold out of their mouths.Not these visible forms, your work is deeper. A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces.If you don’t try to fly,and so break yourself apart,you will be broken open by death,when it’s too late for

Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.From that water of life he is in a state of elation.Death came, smelled me, and sensed your fragrance instead.From then on, death lost all hope of me.

Because I cannot sleepI make music at night.I am troubled by the onewhose face has the color of spring flowers.I have neither sleep nor patience,neither a good reputation nor disgrace.A thousand robes of wisdom are gone.All my good manners have moved a thousand miles away.The heart and the mind are left angry with each other.The

Birdsong brings reliefto my longingI’m just as ecstatic as they are,but with nothing to say!Please universal soul, practicesome song or something through me!

Every day I bear a burden, and I bear this calamity for a purpose:I bear the discomfort of cold and December’s snow in hope of spring.Before the fattener-up of all who are lean, I drag this so emaciated body;Though they expel me from two hundred cities, I bear it for the sake of the love

A stone I died and rose again a plant;A plant I died and rose an animal;I died an animal and was born a man.Why should I fear? What have I lost by death?

All through eternityBeauty unveils His exquisite formin the solitude of nothingness;He holds a mirror to His Faceand beholds His own beauty.he is the knower and the known,the seer and the seen;No eye but His ownhas ever looked upon this Universe. His every quality finds an expression:Eternity becomes the verdant field of Time and Space;Love, the

Did I not say to you, “Go not there, for I am your friend; in thismirage of annihilation I am the fountain of life? ”Even though in anger you depart a hundred thousand yearsfrom me, in the end you will come to me, for I am your goal.Did I not say to you, “Be not

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 timesCome, yet again, come, come.