Love’s gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted. — Rabindranath Tagore
My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there. — Rumi, The Essential Rumi. (HarperOne; Reprint edition, May 28, 2004) Originally published 1273.
If I stopped and thought, maybe the world can’t be saved, the pain was unbearable. — Mary Oliver, from “The Moths,” Dream Work. (The Atlantic Monthly Press May 1986)
‘Let me light my lamp,’ say the star, ‘and never debate if it will help to remove the darkness.’ Before the end of my journey may I reach within myself the one which is the all, leaving the outer shell to float away with the drifting multitude upon the current of chance and change. —… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore
The Oak Tree Loves Patience The oak tree loves patience, the mountain is still looking, as it has for centuries, for a word to say about the gradual way it slides itself back to the world below to begin again, in another life, to be fertile. When the… Continue reading Mary Oliver
After the rain, I went back into the field of sunflowers. It was cool, and I was anything but drowsy. I walked slowly, and listened to the crazy roots, in the drenched earth, laughing and growing. — Mary Oliver, from “Sometimes,” Red Bird (Beacon Press 2008)
A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home. — Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing. (Harper One, 2003)