A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.

Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew. The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me that I can no longer call myself a man, a woman, an angel, or even a pure Soul. Love has befriended me so completely it has turned to ash and freed me of every concept and image my mind has ever known.

The world is like an eye, a beard, a spot of beauty and eyebrow, Where each thing is neatly in place.

It is not easy to stop thinking ill of others.Usually one must enter into a friendship with a person who has accomplished that great feat himself.Then something might start to rub off on you of that true elegance.

Grieve not because thou understand-not life's mystery; behind the veil is concealed many a delight.

One regret dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.