Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world
In your light, I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but
I was dead I came alive I was tears I became laughter all because of love when it arrived my temporal life from then on
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected
Essence is emptiness. Everything else, accidental. Emptiness brings peace to loving. Everything else, disease. In this world of trickery Emptiness is what your soul wants.
My heart, sit only with those who know and understand you. Sit only under a tree that is full of blossoms. In the bazaar of