The meaning of our self is not to be found in its separateness from God and others, but in the ceaseless realization of yoga, of union; not on the side of the canvas where it is blank, but on the side where the picture is being painted.

For the current of our spiritual life creeds, rituals and channels that may thwart or help, according to their fixity or openness. When a symbol or spiritual idea becomes rigidly elaborate in its construction, it supplants the idea which it should support.

Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?

The bird thinks it a favor to give the fish a lift in the air

I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my power, that the path before me was closed, that provisions were exhausted, and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity, but I find that thy will knows no end in me, and when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart, and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.

You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.

When our universe is in harmony with man, the eternal, we know it as truth, we feel it as beauty.