Sit, be still, and listen,
because you’re drunk
and we’re at
the edge of the roof.
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Let the beauty we love be what we do.
A rose’s rarest essence lives in the thorn.
What was in that candle’s light
that opened and consumed me so quickly?
Come back, my friend.
The form of our love is not a created form.
Nothing can help me but that beauty.
There was a dawn I remember when my soul
heard something from your soul.
I drank water from your spring,
and felt the current take me.
Love is that flame that once kindled burns everything, and only the mystery and the journey remain.
The Aim of Your Quest
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.
Journeys bring power and love
Back into you.
If you can’t go somewhere,
Move in the passageways of the self.
They are like shafts of light,
Always changing,
And you change
When you explore them.
Thinking gives off smoke to prove the existence of fire
There are wonderful shapes in rising smoke
that imagination loves to watch
But it’s a mistake to leave the fire for that filmy sight
Stay here at the flame’s core