Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there.

Don't look at your form, however ugly or beautiful. Look at love and at the aim of your quest...O you whose lips are parched, keep looking for water. Those parched lips are proof that eventually you will reach the source.

The Eternal looked upon me for a moment with His eye of power, and annihilated me in His being, and become manifest to me in His essence. I saw I existed through Him.

Silence within silence, no words within blank space, nothing on blank page, less within the void.

The ground submits to the sky and suffers whatever comes. Tell me, is the Earth worse for giving in like that ??