soul

"Quiet the mind, and the soul will speak."

"The heart of an Irishman is nothing but his imagination"

"First Things First "Where are you?"is the voice of God."Who am I?"is the voice of your soul.You can't answer Goduntil you answer yourself.Before you come out of hiding,find your identity and your purpose."

"I preach that odd defiant melancholy that sees the dreadful loneliness of the human soul and the pitiful disaster of human life as ever redeemable and redeemed by compassion, friendship and love."

"I am not my body. My body is nothing without me."

"The conception of each star was at the point of no return; of a desperate soul struggling to master the winds!"

"Body and spirit, I surrendered whole, To harsh Instructors- and received a soul."

"Ode to a Wastepaper Basket I love the way you sit in the corner,gracious like a lover,catching my every crumpled vanity."

"So with curious eyes and sick surmiseWe watched him day by day,And wondered if each one of usWould end the self-same way,For none can tell to what red HellHis sightless soul may stray."

"I've known rivers:I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.My soul has grown deep like the rivers."

"Why Utopias Fail When you tie several horses together and one takes the lead, they all fall."

"Donde termina el arco iris,en tu alma o en el horizonte?Where does the rainbow end,in your soul or on the horizon?"

"To be unattached in every phase of one’s life is indeed full enlightened bliss of the Self (Purna samadhi)!"

"Death & Poetry Nothing softens the blow of death like a cushy poem to fall upon."

"It is often much harder to get rid of books than to acquire them. They stick to us in that pact of need and oblivion we make with them, witnesses to a moment in our lives we will never see again. While they are still there, it is part of us."

"Too Beautiful for Words [10w] + [10w] When nature presents us with miracles too beautiful for words,it is either a mountain, a beach, or a baby."

"Inside each one of us there is a mostly hidden, mostly golden, mostly eternal image or aspect of being, similar to the gold that is buried in the earth. We are the earthlings, the children of the earth, and therefore we are a replica, in a sense, of the earth itself. One of the ideas that is important is: As above, so below. As outside, so within."

"Love's mysteries in souls do grow,But yet the body is his book."

"All those that don’t allow us to do things for the Soul (our True Self), they are our opposers (kashays); we shouldn’t listen to them."

"The soul would have no rainbow, had the eyes no tears."