“Good poetry makes the universe reveal a secret” – Hafiz

Prayer of the Bodhisattva

Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers
but to be fearless in facing them.
Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain
but for the heart to conquer it.
Let me not look for allies in life’s battlefield
but to my own strength.
Let me not crave in anxious fear to be saved
but hope for patience to win my freedom.


When you are sorrowful look again in your heart,
and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for
that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, ‘Joy is greater than sorrow,’ and others say,
‘Nay, sorrow is the greater.’ But I say unto you, they are inseparable.

Khalil Gibran

I want to beg you, as much as I can,
to be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart,
and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms.


Know things in nature
are like a person.
Talk to tornadoes;
talk to the thunder,
they are your friends
and will protect you.

 Anonymous Navajo poem

I wish I could show you,
When you are lonely or in darkness,

The Astonishing Light
Of your own Being!


Longing is the core of mystery.
Longing itself brings the cure.
The only rule is, suffer the pain.

Your desire must be disciplined,
and what you want to happen
in time, sacrificed.


If you want to shrink something,
You must first allow it to expand.
If you want to get rid of something,
You must first allow it to flourish.
If you want to take something,
You must first allow it to be given.
This is called the subtle perception
Of the way things are.

 Tao Te Ching

When He speaks to you
Believe in Him,
Though His voice may shatter your dreams
As the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you,
So shall He crucify you.
For even as He is for your growth,
So is He for your pruning.

Kahlil Gibran

The Root of the Root of Your Self

Don’t go away, come near.
Don’t be faithless, be faithful.
Find the antidote in the venom.
Come to the root of the root of yourself.
Molded of clay, yet kneaded
from the substance of certainty,
a guard at the Treasury of Holy Light —
come, return to the root of the root of your Self.

Once you get hold of selflessness,

You’ll be dragged from your ego
and freed from many traps.

Come, return to the root of the root of your Self.
You are born from the children of God’s creation,
but you have fixed your sight too low.
How can you be happy?

Come, return to the root of the root of your Self.
You were born from a ray of God’s majesty
and have the blessings of a good star.
Why suffer at the hands of things that don’t exist?

Come, return to the root of the root of your Self.
You are a ruby embedded in granite.
How long will you pretend it’s not true?
We can see it in your eyes.

Come to the root of the root of your Self.
You came here from the presence of that fine Friend,
a little drunk, but gentle, stealing our hearts
with that look so full of fire; so,

come, return to the root of the root of your Self.


The way of love is not a subtle argument.
The door there is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling, they’re given wings.


The resolute in yoga surrender results, and gain perfect peace;

the irresolute, attached to results, are bound by everything they do.

Bhagavad Gita

The  Alchemy of Love

You come to us
from another world

From beyond the stars
and void of space.
Transcendent, Pure,
Of unimaginable beauty,
Bringing with you
the essence of love.

You transform all
who are touched by you.
Mundane concerns,
troubles, and sorrows
dissolve in your presence,
Bringing joy
to ruler and ruled
To peasant and King.

You bewilder us
with your grace.
All evils
transform into

You are the master alchemist.

You light the fire of love
in earth and sky
in heart and soul
of every being.

Through your loving
existence and nonexistence merge.
All opposites unite.
All that is profane
becomes sacred again.


I’ve been looking for a long, long time,
for this thing called love,

I’ve ridden comets across the sky,
and I’ve looked below and above.

Then one day I looked inside myself,
and this is what I found,

A golden sun residing there,
beaming forth God’s light and sound.


Wake up my heart! The world is passing by;
Life froths and flows by, free for the asking.
Don’t sleep in your body, oblivious,
As the caravan of life goes by your house.


There Is A Candle In Your Heart

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?
You feel the separation
from the Beloved.
Invite Him to fill you up,
embrace the fire.
Remind those who tell you otherwise that
Love comes to you of its own accord,
and the yearning for it
cannot be learned in any school.


“..Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing there is a field. I’ll meet you there.”


What hurts you, blesses you.
Darkness is your candle.
Your boundaries are your quest.
I can explain this, but it would break
the glass cover on your heart,
and there’s no fixing that.


There is a life-force within your soul, seek that life.
There is a gem in the mountain of your body, seek that

This aloneness is worth more than a thousand lives.
This freedom is worth more than all the lands on earth.

To be one with the truth for just a moment,
Is worth more than the world and life itself.


Buddha in Glory

Center of all centers, core of cores,
almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet —
all this universe, to the furthest stars
all beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit.

Now you feel how nothing clings to you;
your vast shell reaches into endless space,
and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow.

Illuminated in your infinite peace,
a billion stars go spinning through the night, blazing high above your head.

But in you is the presence that will be, when all the stars are dead.


Find A Better Job

Now that all your worry
Has proved such an unlucrative business,
Why Not Find a better Job.


Dropping Keys

The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the


Tripping Over Joy

What is the difference
Between your experience of Existence
And that of a saint?

The saint knows
That the spiritual path
Is a sublime chess game with God

And that the Beloved
Has just made such a Fantastic Move

that the saint is now continually
Tripping over Joy
And bursting out in Laughter
And saying, “I Surrender!”

Whereas, my dear,
I’m afraid you still think

You have a thousand serious moves.


The man who is pure knows for certain
That nothing really exists;
It is all the work of illusion.
He sees what cannot be seen.
His nature is peace.

He does not see the world of appearances.
So what do rules matter to him,
Or dispassion, renunciation, and self-control?
His form is pure and shining light.

He does not see the world.
So what does he care for joy or sorrow,
Bondage or liberation?
He is infinite and shining.

Ashtavakra Gita

Half Life

We walk through half of our life
as if it were a fever dream

barely touching the ground

our eyes half open
our heart half closed.

Not half knowing who we are
we watch the ghost of us drift
from room to room
through friends and lovers
never quite as real as advertised.

Not saying half we mean
or meaning half we say
we dream ourselves
from birth to birth
seeking the true self.

Until the fever breaks
and the heart can not abide
a moment longer
as the rest of us awakens,
summoned from the dream,
not half caring for anything but love.

Stephen Levine

Blessing For Longing

Blessed be the longing that brought you here

And quickens your soul with wonder.

May you have the courage to listen to the voice of desire

That disturbs you when you have settled for something safe.

May you have the wisdom to enter generously into your own unease

To discover the new direction your longing wants you to take.

May the forms of your belonging–in love, creativity, and friendship–

Be equal to the grandeur and the call of your soul.

May the one you long for long for you.

May your dreams gradually reveal the destination of your desire.

May a secret Providence guide your thought and nurture your feeling.

May your mind inhabit your life with the sureness with which
your body inhabits the world.

May your heart never be haunted by ghost-structures of old damage.

May you come to accept your longing as divine urgency.

May you know the urgency with which God longs for you.

John O’Donohue


Beyond belief and disbelief

lies the vast expanse of ecstasy

where the mystic lays his head

on the cushion of Truth.



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