Bob Dylan
Father of night, Father of dayFather, who taketh the darkness awayFather, who teacheth the bird to flyBuilder of rainbows up in the sky
George Harrison
Hazrat Inayat Khan
The mystical path is the most subtle path to tread. The relation between the teacher and pupil is too subtle for words to express. Besides the language of a mystical teacher is always elusive. You cannot, so to speak, pin him, not his words. You cannot ask of him…
Yusuf Misdaq
Sufism is the middle way, or perhaps, to put it less controversially, the concern of…
Wáng Dàiyú (Wang Tai-Yü)
Mawlana Rumi
Traditional Sufi saying (author unknown)
Whoever is taught the mysteries of God,His mouth has become sealed and his lips sewn
Shaykh Abu Bakr Shibli
Dhu’n Nun
amütu wa må måtat ilayka sabåbati
I may die, but my passion for You does not die
Shaykh Abu Sa’id ibn Abi’l-Khayr
Joni Mitchell
Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore
Sometimes I get tired of all this talk about Godand I just want to go and sit under a tree
but then the tree starts talking to me about Godand we find ourselves in another conversation
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Sometimes I stare out into an expansive skyAnd see perfect summer trees with the sun inside them And these things, they beat me
Wherefore art Thou?
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I’ve said the word ‘before’In my head enough timesAnd now it rhymes with silence and has lost all meaning
I am a new immigrant on this dandelion orb: Earth
‘Step lightly’ is what my instinct tells me
I feel the danger in the gentle spring breeze
Alice Oswald
This is the dandelion with its thousand faculties
like an old woman taken by the neckand shaken to pieces.
Tarjei Vesaas
Talk about what home is —snow and spruce forest is home.
From the very start it is ours. Before anyone has told us that it is snow and spruce forest, it has its place in…
If anyone asks you how the perfect satisfactionof all our longing and desirewill look, lift your faceand say, like this
Kathleen Raine
Change Said the sun to the moon, You cannot stay.
Change Says the moon to the waters, All is flowing.
Prince
Octavio Paz
Las puertas del año se abren,como las del lenguaje,hacia lo desconocido.Anoche me dijiste:mañanahabrá que trazar unos signos,dibujar un paisaje, tejer una tramasobre la doble páginadel papel y del día.Mañana habrá que inventar,de nuevo,la realidad de…
Wake up! Wake up! Night is over. Be disgusted. Be disgusted even with yourself.
Right now, an idiot is sellingJoseph in Egypt. If you don’t believe me, The bazaar is right here. Go…
partridges