Sin is all that binds you.

~ Nisargadatta Maharaj

The Dark Night of the Soul
~ St John Of the Cross

On a dark night,
Kindled in love with yearnings–oh, happy chance!–
I went forth without being observed,
My house being now at rest.

In darkness and secure,
By the secret ladder, disguised–oh, happy chance!–
In darkness and in concealment,
My house being now at rest.

In the happy night,
In secret, when none saw me,
Nor I beheld aught,
Without light or guide, save that which burned in my

This light guided me
More surely than the light of noonday
To the place where he (well I knew who!) was awaiting me–
A place where none appeared.

Oh, night that guided me,
Oh, night more lovely than the dawn,
Oh, night that joined Beloved with lover,
Lover transformed in the Beloved!

Upon my flowery breast,
Kept wholly for himself alone,
There he stayed sleeping, and I caressed him,
And the fanning of the cedars made a breeze.

The breeze blew from the turret
As I parted his locks;
With his gentle hand he wounded my neck
And caused all my senses to be suspended.

I remained, lost in oblivion;
My face I reclined on the Beloved.
All ceased and I abandoned myself,
Leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies

The wave said to the sea, Could I be like you?

The sea replied, It’s easy: just settle down.

~Ramana Maharshi

You yourself are the eternal energy which appears as this universe. You didn’t come into this world; you came out of it. Like a wave from the ocean.
~ Alan Watts

Alan Watts - The Beauty of Nothingness

When I Am Among the Trees

When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”
- Mary Oliver

"Forgive me
If the flowers I plucked
Have begun to fade
I can offer you
only my heart"

— Ryokan (via mysticwinds)

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"What I know in my bones is that I forget to take time to remember what I know.
The world is holy. We are holy. All life is holy.
Daily prayers are delivered on the lips of breaking waves,
the whisperings of grasses, the shimmering of leaves.”
- Terry Tempest Williams

Nelson Mandela 1918 ~ 2013 

Nelson Mandela 1918 ~ 2013 

You realize that prayer takes us beyond the law.
When you are praying you are, in a certain sense,
an outlaw.
There is no law
between the heart and God.

- Thomas Merton

If a mirage were water,
Why is water not seen by those nearby?

The way this world is seen
As real by those afar
Is not see by those nearby,
For whom it is insubstantial, like a mirage.
~ Nagarjuna
Seventy Stanzas

"How are you?"
“Perfect, thank you. I’m traveling incognito.”
“Oh? As what are you disguised?”

“I am disguised as myself.”

“Don’t be silly. That’s no disguise. That’s what you are.”
“On the contrary, it must be a very good disguise, for I see it has fooled you completely.”

- Nasrudin

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same;
Every spear of grass - the frames, limbs, organs, of men and women, 
and all that concerns them,
All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.

–Walt Whitman