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Love is the Water of Life Everything other than love for the most beautiful God is agony of the spirit, though it be sugar- eating. What is agony of the spirit? To advance toward death without seizing hold of the Water of Life.

Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?

A generous friend gives life for a friend let's rise above this animalistic behavior and be kind to one another

The life of this world is nothing but the harmony of opposites

Last night you left me and slept your own deep sleep. Tonight you turn and turn. I say, 'You and I will be together till the Universe dissolves.' You mumble back things you thought of when you were drunk.

From the moment you entered this world of existence, a ladder was put in front of you so you could escape.

It was our Creator who led us through the stages of evolution, from the animal state to the human. His purpose was to make us intelligent and aware, so that we might know Him.

The rewards of life and devotion to God are love and inner rapture, and the capacity to receive the light of God.

God's purpose for man is to acquire a seeing eye and an understanding heart.

God gave you life and bestowed upon you his attributes; eventually you will return to him.

If you have no eyes, do not walk blindly; take a staff in your hand. If you have no staff of insight, do not walk without a guide.

Giving thanks for abundance is sweeter than the abundance itself.

There is none dwelling in the house but God. When a man is awakened he melts and perishes.

We Are All the Same_x000D__x000D_Listen to the reeds as they sway apart;_x000D__x000D_Hear them speak of lost friends._x000D__x000D_At birth, you were cut from your bed,_x000D__x000D_Crying and grasping in separation._x000D__x000D_Everyone listens, knowing your song._x000D__x000D_You yearn for others who know your name, _x000D__x000D_And the words to your lament._x000D__x000D_We are all the same, all the same, _x000D__x000D_Longing to find our way back;_x000D__x000D_Back to the one, back to the only one.

Open to me, so that I may open. _x000D__x000D_Provide me your inspiration_x000D__x000D_So that I might see mine.

All your anxiety is because of your desire for harmony. Seek disharmony, then you will gain peace.

In this mob of I's inside, which one is me? Hear me out. I know I'm wandering, but don't start putting a lid on this racket. No telling what I'll do then. Every moment I'm thrown by your story. One moment it's happy, and I'm singing. One moment it's sad, and I'm weeping. It turns bitter, and I pull away. But then you spill a little grace, and just like that, I'm all light. It's not so bad, this arrangement, actually.

Even when tied in a thousand knots, the string is still but one.

If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring.

Try another way of looking. Try you looking and the whole universe seeing.

I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled.