Quotes About Spirituality

Isn't it time to turn your heart into a temple of fire?

You must lance an ulcer to heal it. You must tear down parts of an old building to restore it, and so it is with a sensual life that has no spirit in it.

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the earth.

Half-heartedness doesn't reach into majesty. You set out to find God, but then you keep stopping for long periods at meanspirited roadhouses.

Let yourself become living poetry.

If you knew yourself for even one moment, if you could just glimpse your most beautiful face, maybe you wouldn't slumber so deeply in that house of clay. Why not move into your house of joy and shine into every crevice! For you are the secret Treasure-bearer, and always have been. Didn't you know?

You've gotten drunk on so many kinds of wine. Taste this. It won't make you wild. It's fire. Give up, if you don't understand by this time that your living is firewood.

Come, whoever you are! Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. This is not a caravan of despair. It doesn't matter if you've broken your vow a thousand times, still and yet again come!

Something opens our wings, something makes boredom and hurt disappear.

What does this patch-sewing mean you ask? Eating and drinking. The heavy cloak of the body is always getting torn. You patch it with food and other ego-satisfactions.

There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into Light.

Work in the invisible world at least as hard as you do in the visible.

Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.

What I most want is to spring out of this personality, then to sit apart from that leaping. I've lived too long where I can be reached.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing 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.

Take someone who doesn't keep score, who's not looking to be richer, or afraid of losing, who has not the slightest interest even in his own personality: he's free.

We gather at night to celebrate being human. Sometimes we call out low to the tamborine. Fish drink the sea, but the sea does not get smaller! We eat the clouds and evening light. We are slaves tasting the royal wine.

You're born naked and the rest is drag." In truth, you are not your clothes, you are not your profession, you are not your religion. You are an extension of the consciousness that guides the universe, for which there is no name because it cannot be defined. That's why all the superficial things you list as your identity are in reality your "drag.

And when the rains were over and it was October and the birds were in song again, I could lie in the sun on sweet-smelling grass and gaze up through a pattern of oak leaves into a blind-blue heaven. And I would thank my God for leaves and grass and the smell of things, the smell of mint and myrtle and bruised clover, and the touch of things, the touch of grass and air and sky, the touch of the sky's blueness.

And I knew that as long as I responded, in both a physical and mystical way, to the natural world-sea, sun, earth, moon and stars-I would never feel lonely upon this planet.

The sea has had Conrad and Stevenson and Masefield, but the mountains continue to defy the written word. We have climbed their highest peaks and crossed their most difficult passes, but still they keep their secrets and their reserve; they remain remote, mysterious, spirit-haunted.

I'm genuinely and actually a bit like Jesus.

If there were no God the Father, there could be no brotherhood of man.

We were born to die and we die to live. As seedlings of God, we barely blossom on earth we fully flower in heaven.