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Give And Take... For To The Bee A Flower Is A Fountain If Life And To The Flower A Bee Is A Messenger Of Love And To Both, Bee And Flower, The Giving And The Receiving Is A Need And An Ecstasy.

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Give And Take... For To The Bee A Flower Is A Fountain If Life And To The Flower A Bee Is A Messenger Of Love And To Both, Bee And Flower, The Giving And The Receiving Is A Need And An Ecstasy.

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If We Were To All Sit In A Circle And Confess Our Sins, We Would Laugh At Each Other For Lack Of Originality.

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Strange That Creatures Without Backbones Have The Hardest Shells.

And Let Your Best Be For Your Friend. If He Must Know The Ebb Of Your Tide, Let Him Know Its Flood Also. For What Is Your Friend That Your Should Seek With Him Hours To Kill? Seek With Him Always Hours To Live. For It Is His To Fill Your Need, But Not Your Emptiness. And In The Sweetness Of Friendship, Let There Be Laughter, And The Sharing Of Pleasures. For In The Dew Of Little Things The Heart Finds Its Morning And Is Refreshed.

You Often Say, "i Would Give, But Only To The Deserving." The Trees In Your Orchard Say Not So, Nor The Flocks In Your Pasture. They Give That They May Live, For To Withhold Is To Perish.

Let Your Bending In The Archer's Hand Be For Gladness, For Even As He Loves The Arrow That Flies, So He Loves Also The Bow That Is Stable.

Tortoises Can Tell You More About The Road Than Hares.

Miserable Is The Man Who Loves A Woman And Takes Her For His Wife, Pouring At Her Feet The Sweat Of His Skin And The Blood Of His Body And The Life Of His Heart, And Placing Her In The Hands Of The Fruit Of His Toil And The Revenue Of His Diligence; For When He Slowly Wakes Up, He Finds That The Heart That He Endeavored To Buy Is Given Away Freely And In Sincerity To Another Man For The Enjoyment Of Its Hidden Secrets And Deepest Love.

The Silence Of The Envious Is Too Noisy.

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Perplexity Is The Beginning Of Knowledge.

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The Thirst Of Soul Is Sweeter Than The Wine Of Material Things, And The Fear Of Spirit Is Dearer Than The Security Of The Body.

Love Gives Naught But Itself And Takes Naught But From Itself.

He Who Wears His Morality But As His Best Garment Were Better Naked. The Wind And The Sun Will Tear No Holes In His Skin.

Enthusiasm Is A Volcano On Whose Top Never Grows The Grass Of Hesitation.

Your Joy Is Your Sorrow Unmasked. And The Same Well From Which Your Laughter Rises Was Oftentimes Filled With Your Tears. And How Else Can It Be? The Deeper That Sorrow Carves Into Your Being, The More Joy You Can Contain. Is Not The Cup That Holds Your Wine The Very Cup That Was Burned In The Potter's Oven? And Is Not The Lute That Soothes Your Spirit, The Very Wood That Was Hollowed With Knives?

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You Cannot Lay Remorse Upon The Innocent Nor Lift It From The Heart Of The Guilty. Unbidden Shall It Call In The Night, That Men May Wake And Gaze Upon Themselves.

Each Thing That Exists Remains Forever, And That Very Existence Of Existence Is Proof Of Its Eternity. But Without That Realization, Which Is The Knowledge Of Perfect Being, Man Would Never Know Whether There Was Existence Or Non-existence. If Eternal Existence Is Altered, Then It Must Become More Beautiful; And If It Disappears, It Must Return With More Sublime Image; And If It Sleeps, It Must Dream Of A Better Awakening, For It Is Ever Greater Upon Its Rebirth.

Life Without Love Is Like A Tree Without Blossoms Or Fruit.” “love Has No Other Desire But To Fulfill Itself. To Melt And Be Like A Running Brook That Sings Its Melody To The Night. To Wake At Dawn With A Winged Heart And Give Thanks For Another Day Of Loving

Happiness Is A Myth We Seek, If Manifested Surely Irks; Like River Speeding To The Plain, On Its Arrival Slows And Murks. For Man Is Happy Only In His Aspiration To The Heights; When He Attains His Goal, He Cools And Longs For Other Distant Flights.

In The Mouth Of Society Are Many Diseased Teeth, Decayed To The Bones Of The Jaws. But Society Makes No Effort To Have Them Extracted And Be Rid Of The Affliction. It Contents Itself With Gold Fillings.

The Truly Great Man Is He Who Would Master No One, And Who Would Be Mastered By None.

Those To Whom Worshiping Is A Window, To Open But Also To Shut, Have Not Yet Visited The House Of Their Souls Whose Windows Are Open From Dawn To Dawn.

There Are Those Who Give With Joy, And That Joy Is Their Reward.

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Extreme Torture Is Mute, And So We Sat Silent, Petrified, Like Columns Of Marble Buried Under The Sand Of An Earthquake. Neither Wished To Listen To The Other Because Our Heart-threads Had Become Weak And Even Breathing Would Have Broken Them.

The Best Of Man Is He Who Blushes When You Praise Him And Remains Silent When You Defame Him.

If The Grandfather Of The Grandfather Of Jesus Had Known What Was Hidden Within Him, He Would Have Stood Humble And Awe-struck Before His Soul.

When I Planted My Pain In The Field Of Patience It Bore Fruit Of Happiness.

When You Part From Your Friend, You Grieve Not; For That Which You Love Most In Him May Be Clearer In His Absence, As The Mountain To The Climber Is Clearer From The Plain.

Your Pain Is The Breaking Of The Shell That Encloses Your Understanding. It Is The Bitter Potion By Which The Physician Within You Heals Your Sick Self. Therefore, Trust The Physician And Drink His Remedy In Silence And Tranquility.

The Giving And Receiving Of Pleasure Is A Need And An Ecstasy.

To Be Able To Look Back Upon Ones Life In Satisfaction, Is To Live Twice.

Between What Is Said And Not Meant, And What Is Meant And Not Said, Most Of Love Is Lost.

Your House Is Your Larger Body.

Should You Really Open Your Eyes And See, You Would Behold Your Image In All Images. And Should You Open Your Ears And Listen, You Would Hear Your Own Voice In All Voices.

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Love Is The Only Freedom In The World Because It So Elevates The Spirit That The Laws Of Humanity And The Phenomena Of Nature Do Not Alter Its Course.

Where Are You Now, My Beloved? Do You Hear My Weeping From Beyond The Ocean? Do You Understand My Need? Do You Know The Greatness Of My Patience?

When You Work You Are A Flute Through Whose Heart The Whispering Of The Hours Turns To Music. Which Of You Would Be A Reed, Dumb And Silent, When All Else Sings Together In Unison?

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Give Me An Ear And I Will Give You A Voice.

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Trees Are Poems That The Earth Writes Upon The Sky.

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The Heart's Affections Are Divided Like The Branches Of The Cedar Tree; If The Tree Loses One Strong Branch; It Will Suffer But It Does Not Die; It Will Pour All Its Vitality Into The Next Branch So That It Will Grow And Fill The Empty Place.

Marriage Is Like A Temple Resting On Two Pillars. If They Come Too Close To Each Other The Temple Will Collapse.

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You Would Know The Secret Of Death. But How Shall You Find It Unless You Seek It In The Heart Of Life.

My Proof Convinces The Ignorant, And The Wise Man's Proof Convinces Me. But He Whose Reasoning Falls Between Wisdom And Ignorance, I Neither Can Convince Him, Nor Can He Convince Me.

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My Loneliness Was Born When Men Praised My Talkative Faults And Blamed My Silent Virtues.

The Strong Grows In Solitude Where The Weak Withers Away.

Marriage Is The Union Of Two Divinities That A Third Might Be Born On Earth. It Is The Union Of Two Souls In A Strong Love For The Abolishment Of Separateness. It Is That Higher Unity Which Fuses The Separate Unities Within The Two Spirits. It Is The Golden Ring In A Chain Whose Beginning Is A Glance, And Whose Ending Is Eternity. It Is The Pure Rain That Falls From An Unblemished Sky To Fructify And Bless The Fields Of Divine Nature.

Progress Lies Not In Enhancing What Is, But In Advancing Toward What Will Be.

I Am Forever Walking Upon These Shores, Betwixt The Sand And The Foam, The High Tide Will Erase My Food Prnts, And The Wind Will Blow Away The Foam, But The Sea And The Shore Will Remain Forver

For What Is Prayer But The Expansion Of Your Self Into The Living Ether?

Thus With My Lips Have I Denounced You, While My Heart, Bleeding Within Me, Called You Tender Names. It Was Love Lashed By Its Own Self That Spoke. It Was Pride Half Slain That Fluttered In The Dust. It Was My Hunger For Your Love That Raged From The Housetop, While My Own Love, Kneeling In Silence, Prayed Your Forgiveness.

Do Not Fear The Thorns In Your Path, For They Draw Only Corrupt Blood.

Sit By Me, My Beloved, And Listen To My Heart; Smile, For Your Happiness Is A Symbol Of Our Future.

Out Of My Deeper Heart A Bird Rose And Flew Skywards. Higher And Higher Did It Rise, Yet Larger And Larger Did It Grow. At First It Was But Like A Swallow, Then A Lark, Then An Eagle, Then As Vast As A Spring Cloud, And Then It Filled The Starry Heavens. Out Of My Heart A Bird Flew Skywards. And It Waxed Larger As It Flew. Yet It Left Not My Heart.

If It's A Despot You Would Dethrone, See First That His Throne Erected Within You Is Destroyed.

But Memory Is An Autumn Leaf That Murmurs A While In The Wind And Then Is Heard No More.

March On. Do Not Tarry. To Go Forward Is To Move Toward Perfection. March On, And Fear Not The Thorns, Or The Sharp Stones On Life's Path.

Seek Ye Counsel Of The Aged For Their Eyes Have Looked On The Faces Of The Years And Their Ears Have Hardened To The Voices Of Life. Even If Their Counsel Is Displeasing To You, Pay Heed To Them.

Knowledge And Understanding Are Life's Faithful Companions Who Will Never Prove Untrue To You. For Knowledge Is Your Crown, And Understanding Your Staff; And When They Are With You, You Can Possess No Greater Treasures.

Where Is The Justice Of Political Power If It Executes The Murderer And Jails The Plunderer, And Then Itself Marches Upon Neighboring Lands, Killing Thousands And Pillaging The Very Hills?

Jesus Was Not Sent Here To Teach The People To Build Magnificent Churches And Temples Amidst The Cold Wretched Huts And Dismal Hovels. He Came To Make The Human Heart A Temple, And The Soul An Altar, And The Mind A Priest.

Love Is The Veil Between Lover And Lover.

If Your Knowledge Teaches You Not The Value Of Things, And Frees You Not From The Bondage To Matter, You Shall Never Come Near The Throne Of Truth.

No Man Can Reveal To You Aught But That Which Already Lies Half Asleep In The Dawning Of Your Knowledge. The Teacher Who Walks In The Shadow Of The Temple, Among His Followers, Gives Not Of His Wisdom But Rather Of His Faith And His Lovingness. If He Is Indeed Wise He Does Not Bid You Enter The House Of His Wisdom, But Rather Leads You To The Threshold Of Your Own Mind.

Let Your Home Be You Mast And Not Your Anchor.

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Your Pain Is The Breaking Of The Shell That Encloses Your Understanding.

Mother: The Most Beautiful Word On The Lips Of Mankind.

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Thus With My Lips Have I Denounced You, While My Heart, Bleeding Within Me, Called You Tender Names.

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Men Would Bless You Or Curse You; The Curse, A Protest Against Failure, The Blessing, A Hymn Of The Hunter Who Comes Back From The Hills With Provision For His Mate.

Would That I Were A Dry Well, And That The People Tossed Stones Into Me, For That Would Be Easier Than To Be A Spring Of Flowing Water That The Thirsty Pass By, And From Which They Avoid Drinking.

Some Who Are Too Scrupulous To Steal Your Possessions Nevertheless See No Wrong In Tampering With Your Thoughts.

When We Turn To One Another For Counsel We Reduce The Number Of Our Enemies.

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You May Chain My Hands, You May Shackle My Feet; You May Even Throw Me Into A Dark Prison; But You Shall Not Enslave My Thinking, Because It Is Free!

Your Soul Is Oftentimes A Battlefield, Upon Your Reason And Your Judgment Wage War Against Your Passion And Your Appetite.

Man Is Like The Foam Of The Sea, That Floats Upon The Surface Of The Water. When The Wind Blows, It Vanishes, As If It Had Never Been. Thus Are Our Lives Blown Away By Death.

God Listens Not To Your Words Save When He Himself Utters Them Through Your Lips.

If Any Of You Would Bring Judgment The Unfaithful Wife, Let Him Also Weight The Heart Of Her Husband In Scales, And Measure His Soul With Measurements.

Love Is Trembling Happiness.

Only Love And Death Will Change All Things.

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Who Can Separate His Faith From His Actions, Or His Belief From His Occupations?

Oh, Lord God, Have Mercy On Me And Mend My Broken Wings.

And What Word Is Knowledge But A Shadow Of Wordless Knowledge?

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We Wanderers, Ever Seeking The Lonelier Way, Begin No Day Where We Have Ended Another Day; And No Sunrise Finds Us Where Sunset Left Us.

For The First Time The Sun Kissed My Own Naked Face And My Soul Was Inflamed With Love For The Sun, And I Wanted My Masks No More. And As If In A Trance I Cried, "blessed, Blessed Are The Thieves Who Stole My Masks." Thus I Became A Madman.

We Who Love Him Beheld Him With These Our Eyes Which He Made To See; And We Touched Him With These Our Hands Which He Taught To Reach Forth.

Learn The Words Of Wisdom Uttered By The Wise And Apply Them In Your Own Life. Live Them - But Do Not A Make A Show Of Reciting Them, For He Who Repeats What He Does Not Understand Is No Better Than An Ass Loaded With Books.

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The Sea That Calls All Things Unto Her Cals Me, And I Must Embark.

Zeal Is A Volcano, The Peak Of Which The Grass Of Indecisiveness Does Not Grow.

The "i" In Me, My Friend, Dwells In The House Of Silence, And Therein It Shall Remain For Ever More, Unperceived, Unapproachable.

Let There Be Spaces In Your Togetherness

Behold, I Have Reached The Peak Of The Mountain And My Spirit Has Taken Flight In The Heavens Of Freedom And Liberation. I Have Gone Far, Far Away, O Children Of My Mother; The Hills Beyond The Mists Are Now Hidden From My View, The Last Traces Of The Valleys Have Been Flooded By The Ocean Of Serenity, And The Paths And Trails Have Been Erased By The Hand Of Oblivion. The Roar Of Ocean Waves Has Faded. I No Longer Hear Anything But The Anthem Of Eternity, Which Harmonizes With The Spirit.

Love And Doubt Have Never Been On Speaking Terms.

A Truly Religious Man Does Not Embrace A Religion; And He Who Embraces One Has No Religion.

Let Ignorance Reproduce Itself Until It Is Weary Of Its Own Offspring.

When The Earth Shall Claim Your Limbs, Then Shall You Truly Dance.

I Existed From All Eternity And, Behold, I Am Here; And I Shall Exist Till The End Of Time, For My Being Has No End.

Life Is Not Only Merriment,it Is Desire And Determination.

To Be Closer To God, Be Closer To People.

And Let The Winds Of The Heavens Dance Between You.

He Who Understands You Is Greater Kin To You Than Your Own Brother. For Even Your Own Kindred Neither Understand You Nor Know Your True Worth.

You Would Measure Time The Measureless And The Immeasurable. You Would Adjust Your Conduct And Even Direct The Course Of Your Spirit According To Hours And Seasons. Of Time You Would Make A Stream Upon Whose Bank You Would Sit And Watch Its Flowing.

Say Not, I Have Found The Path Of The Soul Say Rather, I Have Met The Soul Walking Upon My Path.

When You Reach The End Of What You Should Know, You Will Be At The Beginning Of What You Should Sense.

I Learnt Silence From The Talkative

I Do Not Want You To Hear That I Love You, But I Want You To Feel It Without Me Having To Say.

For If You Bake Bread With Indifference, You Bake A Bitter Bread That Feeds But Half Man's Hunger.

My Yearning Is My Cup, My Burning Thirst Is My Drink, And My Solitude Is My Intoxication; I Do Not And Shall Not Quench My Thirst. But In This Burning That Is Never Extinguished Is A Joy That Never Wanes.

All Work Is Empty Save When There Is Love.

Poetry Is A Deal Of Joy And Pain And Wonder, With A Dash Of The Dictionary.

You Cannot Laugh And Be Unkind At The Same Time

Work Is Love Made Visable.

Friendship Is Always A Sweet Responsibility, Never An Opportunity.

Tears Have Cleansed My Eyes, And Errors Have Taught Me The Language Of The Hearts.

Hate Is A Dead Thing. Who Of You Would Be A Tomb?

Wisdom Is Not In Words; Wisdom Is Meaning Within Words.

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For That Which Is Boundless In You Abides In The Mansion Of The Sky, Whose Door Is The Morning Mist, And Whose Windows Are The Songs And The Silences Of Night.

Conscience Is A Just But Weak Judge. Weakness Leaves It Powerless To Execute Its Judgment.

Let Us Disperse From Our Aloofness And Serve The Weak Who Made Us Strong, And Cleanse The Country In Which We Live. Let Us Teach This Miserable Nation To Smile And Rejoice With Heaven's Bounty And Glory Of Life And Freedom.

Love Provided Me With A Tongue And Tears.

For Life And Death Are One, Even As The River And The Sea Are One.

Much Of Your Pain Is Self-chosen. It Is The Bitter Potion By Which The Physician Within You Heals Your Sick Self. Therefore Trust The Physician, And Drink His Remedy In Silence And Tranquility: For His Hand, Though Heavy And Hard, Is Guided By The Tender Hand Of The Unseen, And The Cup He Brings, Though It Burn Your Lips, Has Been Fashioned Of The Clay Which The Potter Has Moistened With His Own Sacred Tears.

In Truth You Owe Naught To Any Man. You Owe To All Men.

Your Hearts Know In Silence The Secrets Of The Days And The Nights. But Your Ears Thirst For The Sound Of The Heart's Knowledge. You Would Know In Words That Which You Have Always Known In Thought. You Would Touch With Your Fingers The Naked Body Of The Dreams.

Virtue Tested: "have I Not Survived Hunger And Thirst, Suffering, And Mockery For The Sake Of The Truth Which Heaven Has Awakened In My Heart?

Our Worst Fault Is Our Preoccupation With The Faults Of Others.

Your Fear Of Death Is But The Trembling Of The Shepherd When He Stands Before The King Whose Hand Is To Be Laid Upon Him In Honour.

It Is Wrong To Think That Love Comes From Long Companionship And Persevering Courtship. Love Is The Offspring Of Spiritual Affinity And Unless That Affinity Is Created In A Moment, It Will Not Be Created For Years Or Even Generations.

A Word I Want To See Written On My Grave: I Am Alive Like You, And I Am Standing Beside You. Close Your Eyes And Look Around, You Will See Me In Front Of You.

You Are Good When You Walk To Your Goal Firmly And With Bold Steps. Yet You Are Not Evil When You Go Thither Limping. For Those Who Limp Go Not Backwards. But You Who Are Strong And Swift, See That You Do Not Limp Before The Lame, Deeming It Kindness.

Behind The Veil Of Each Night, There Is A Smilling Dawn.

A Root Is A Flower That Disdains Fame.

Wake At Dawn With A Winged Heart And Give Thanks For Another Day Of Loving.

Words Are Timeless. You Should Utter Them Or Write Them With A Knowledge Of Their Timelessness.

Inspiration Is In Seeing A Part Of The Whole With The Part Of The Whole In You.

Is Not Dread Of Thirst When Your Well Is Full, The Thirst That Is Unquenchable?

And Is Not Time Even As Love Is, Undivided And Paceless?

I Would Not Exchange The Laughter Of My Heart For The Fortunes Of The Multitudes; Nor Would I Be Content With Converting My Tears, Invited By My Agonized Self, Into Calm. It Is My Fervent Hope That My Whole Life On This Earth Will Ever Be Tears And Laughter. Tears That Purify My Heart And Reveal To Me The Secret Of Life And Its Mystery, Laughter That Brings Me Closer To My Fellow Men; Tears With Which I Join The Broken-hearted, Laugher That Symbolizes Joy Over My Very Existence.

In The Depth Of My Soul There Is A Wordless Song.

We Shall Never Understand One Another Until We Reduce The Language To Seven Words.

Love One Another, But Make Not A Bond Of Love.

He Who Has Not Looked On Sorrow Will Never See Joy.

For Thought Is A Bird Of Space, That In A Cage Of Words May Indeed Unfold Its Wings But Cannot Fly.

You Are Good When You Are Fully Awake In Your Speech, Yet You Are Not Evil When You Sleep While Your Tongue Staggers Without Purpose. And Even Stumbling Speech May Strengthen A Weak Tongue.

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