This Being Human Is A Guest House.

Friend, Our Closeness Is This: Anywhere You Put Your Foot, Feel Me In The Firmness Under You.

Suddenly The Drunken Sweetheart Appeared Out Of My Door. She Drank A Cup Of Ruby Wine And Sat By My Side. Seeing And Holding The Lockets Of Her Hair My Face Became All Eyes, And My Eyes All Hands.

There Is Hope After Despair And Many Suns After Darkness.

The Wound Is The Place Where The Light Enters You.

My Place Is The Placeless, My Trace Is The Traceless ; 'tis Neither Body Nor Soul, For I Belong To The Soul Of The Beloved. I Have Put Duality Away, I Have Seen That The Two Worlds Are One; One I Seek, One I Know, One I See, One I Call.