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September 3, 2022
Different winds blow from the invisible some bring blessings, others devastation.
The pure of heart perceive the source and are guided by its light. Their faith unshakable they keep silent, their eyes firm on the path collecting wisdom. Those blind to the source become form-worshipers, gambling their life. They sit at the feet of great masters repeating their words, fussing over faith, looking for smoke as proof of fire. Be like the Sun, King without courtiers, silent and still as a fulcrum.
Do not be fooled, my friend, this world is not to be trusted. It will intoxicate you with its sweet drink and suddenly desert you an...
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The sugar of sensual joy is the fruit of the garden of sorrow this joy is the wound, the sorrow is the plaster. Learn to embrace sorrow look straight at its face and joy will reappear.
The night is blind to the glory of dawn man is blind to the glory of the lover. He who complains of burning is not a lover for the lover’s heart is constantly on fire.
Only Love can squeeze water out of stone only Love can clear the rust from the mirror of the heart. When Love in all its majesty opens its mouth like a whale it devours everything it bewilders the mind and overwhelms the soul. Love is the lion of Truth. Distrust causes war, trust restores peace but Love sets fire to both! Only on the wings of Love can the heart fly to where the Beloved dwells.
Of the rain at night no one is aware for every soul is asleep. Yet the freshness of the rose garden in the morning is evidence of the rain that no one saw.
