Pieces of broken mirror
Love
(understod as the desire of good for another)
is in fact so unnatural a phenomenon that it
can scarcely repeat itself, the soul being unable to become virgin again and not having energy enough to cast itself out again into the ocean of another's soul.
-James Joyce
Goddess forgive me,
for I have tried to know you,
and to give You love!
In your Image I have
been with figments
that lose themselves in my seeking of you.
And I myself, in the love
of them, as they are the greatest!
we've made fools of us.
some circles should remain unbroken?
some lines should remain uncrossed!
some points should remain unmade.
We are one of these,
And like a fool, I would long to be with you,
When you want to be alone.
-Ohm
God is mad!
If you are ready to be a little mad,
only then is there any possibility of any contact
between you and the infinite.
It has to be so.
When the whole ocean drops into a drop,
the drop is going to get crazy.
When the infinite descends into the finite,
how can the finite remain sane?
It has to go mad.
The old mystics have always called it
" THE DIVINE MADNESS "
All meditation is an approach towards divine madness.
Stake all human sanity.
It is better to be mad in a divine way
than to be sane in a human way.
I am crazy."
~OshO
O bird of the morning, learn love from the moth
Because it burnt, lost its life, and found no voice.
These pretenders are ignorantly in search of Him,
Because he who obtained knowledge has not returned.
Sheikh Muslih-uddin Sa'di Shirazi - The Gulistan of Sa'di
Oi!
It could be a deadbeat, a smooching kiss of death
Going on the defense, binding to bitterness
Throw it off, throw it off
Got your name, got your face, got a record of your mistakes
It’s too easy to end up sneering
It’s been too long now
Yes it was tough, now free yourself, cut it off
You could age so quickly in a year of judges
And if you stand there dwelling,
You’re no better than your grudges
Oh how it burns, oh how it burns
It’s too easy to end up sneering
It’s been too long now
Yes it was tough, now free yourself, cut it off
Don’t let it stop, no, free yourself, cut it off
It could be better, free yourself, cut it off
Yes it was tough, now free yourself, cut it off
You could age so quickly in a year of judges
They see you fall on your face
Cut yourself off from the smudges
Oh how it burns, oh how it burns
-stolen babies
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