The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.
If light is in your heart, you will find your way home.
There is an inner wakefulness, that directs the dream and that will eventually startle us back to the truth of who we are.
Every child has known God
Not the God of names
Not the God of don’ts
Not the God who ever does anything weird,
But the God who knows only four words.
And keeps repeating them, saying:
“Come Dance with Me, come dance.”
No one, not even Hafiz, can describe with words the Great Mystery.
No one knows in which shell the priceless pearl does hide.
The subject tonight is Love
And for tomorrow night as well,
As a matter of fact
I know of no better topic
For us to discuss
Until we all
Fear is the cheapest room in the house.
I would like to see you living in better conditions.
In a handful of ocean water
You could not count all the finely tuned Musicians
Who are acting stoned
For very intelligent and sane reasons
And of course are becoming extremely sweet
The words you speak become the house you live in.