“Place this salt in water and bring it here tomorrow morning”.
The boy did.
“Where is that salt?” his father asked?
“I do not see it.”
“Sip here. How does it taste?”
“And here? And there?”
“I taste salt everywhere.”
“It is everywhere, though we see it not. Just so, dear one, the Self is everywhere, within all things, although we see it not. There is nothing that does not come from it. It is the truth; it is the Self supreme. You are that, Shvetaketu.
You Are That.”
― Eknath Easwaran, The Upanishads
“My Heart Is Afraid that it will have to suffer,” the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky.
“Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams.”— Paulo Coelho
Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right-doing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.
Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open?
If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?
Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers not thunder !