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For this open-air sanctuary that a lot of us live in, without buildings, or doctrine, or clergy, without silsila (lineage), or hierarchy, in an experiment to live not so much without religion as in friendship with all three hundred of them, and all literatures too.
Eddington says the universe is less like a thing than it is like a thought.
the Sufi Sarmad, who refused to recite the part of the Islamic creed that held that there was but one messenger, one book, one revelation (theirs, of course). Sarmad felt that the whole of creation was sacred, and he sensed that there had been, and will be, many valid ways of acknowledging mystery.
Love is the religion, and the universe is the book.
Don’t complain about autumn. Walk with grief like a good friend. Listen to what he says. Sometimes the cold and dark of a cave give the opening we most want.
You are dreaming your thirst, when the water you want is inside the big vein on your neck.
God has revealed to me that there are no rules for worship. Say whatever and however your loving tells you to. Your sweet blasphemy is the
Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are. You have been stony for too many years. Try something different. Surrender.
Sunlight looks a little different on this wall than it does on that wall and a lot different on this other one, but it is still one light.
God, I have no hope. I am torn to shreds. You are my first, my last and only refuge.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I am sure of that, and I intend to end up there.
Doubt is part of existence. There is no proof of the soul.
You must ask for what you really want. Don’t go back to sleep.
Stipulate with every transaction that you need three days to make sure.
Don’t turn your head. Keep looking at the bandaged place. That is where the light enters you. And don’t believe for a moment you are healing yourself.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
Love cannot be said.
Forget the future. I would worship someone who could do that.
