Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks Category: Rumi
Where will you plant your grief-seeds? We need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire. – Rumi Category: Rumi
And don’t think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It’s quiet, but the roots are down there riotous. – Rumi Category: Rumi
Meditation is not a means to an end. It is both the means and the end. – Jiddhu Krishnamurti Category: Meditation
Oh, the sweet lies lurk in kisses! – Heinrich Heine, translated from German by Theodore Martin Category: Kissing
