Occupation: Poet Birth: 1326
'Tis writ on Paradise's gate, Woe to the dupe that yields to fate!.
Your separation from God is the hardest work you will ever do..
Let's get loose with Compassion. Let's drown in the delicious ambience of Love..
There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that..
You have actually waltzed with tremendous style, my sweet, O my sweet, crushed angel..
I know the way you can get / When you have not had a drink of Love: / Your face hardens, / Your sweet muscles cramp. / Children become concerned / Ab….
Everyone, whether he is self-denying or self-indulgent, is seeking after the Beloved. Every place may be the shrine of love, whether it be mosque or ….
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 Fo….
I caught the happy virus last night When I was out singing beneath the stars. It is remarkably contagious - So kiss me..
The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.- Robert Frost Now that all your worry has proved such an unattr….
There is no pleasure without a tincture of bitterness..
Listen; this world is the lunatic's sphere , Don't always agree it's real, Even with my feet upon it And the postman knowing my door My address….
Every desire of your body is holy; Every desire of your body is Holy..
All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days & days & days..
God disguised as myriad things, and playing a game of tag has kissed you and said, "You're it. I mean you're really it. Now it does not matter what y….
Let tenderness pour from your eyes, the way sun gazes warmly on earth..
There is an ambush everywhere from the army of accidents; therefore the rider of life runs with loosened reins..
What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!.
I have a thousand brilliant lies For the question: How are you? I have a thousand brilliant lies For the question: What is God? If you think that t….
How seamless seemed love and then came trouble!.
Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly and wants to rip to shreds all your erroneous notions of the truth that make you fight within yourself,….