The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant.  We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift. 

Imagination is more improtant than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.

Giving thanks for abundance
is sweeter than the abundance itself...

ONE ONE ONE

The lamps are different.
But the Light is the same.
So many garish lamps in the dying brain's lamp shop, Forget about them.
Concentrate on essence, concentrate on Light.
In lucid bliss, calmly smoking off its own hold fire, The Light streams
toward you from all things, All people, all possible permutations of good,
evil, thought, passion.
The lamps are different,
But the Light is the same.
One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-mind, Endlessly emanating all things.
One turning and burning diamond,
One, one, one.
Ground yourself, strip yourself down,
To blind loving silence.
Stay there, until you see
You are gazing at the Light
With its own ageless eyes.

He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, ‘Live!'

When you do things from your soul,
you feel a river moving in you, a joy.
When actions come from another section,
the feeling disappears.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

The Real Work
There is one thing in this world that you must never forget to do.  If you forget everything else and not this, there's nothing to worry about, but if you remember everything else, and forget this, then you will have done nothing in your life.
It's as if a king has sent you to some country to do a task, and you perform a hundred other services, but not the one he sent you to do.  So human beings come to this world to do particular work.  That work is the purpose, and each is specific to the person.  If you don't do it, it's as though a priceless Indian sword were used to slice rotten meat.  It's a golden bowl being used to cook turnips, when one filing from the bowl could buy a hundred suitable pots.  It's a knife of the finest tempering nailed into a wall to hang things on.
You say, "But look, I'm using the dagger.  It's not lying idle."
Do you hear how ludicrous that sounds?  For a penny, an iron nail could be bought to serve the purpose.  You say, "But I spend my energies on lofty enterprises.  I study jurisprudence and philosophy and logic and astronomy and medicine and all the rest."  But consider why you do those things.  They are all branches of yourself.
Remember the deep root of your being, the presence of your lord.  Give your life to the one who already owns your breath and your moments.  If you don't, you will be exactly like the man who takes a precious dagger and hammers it into his kitchen wall for a peg to hold his dipper gourd.  You'll be wasting valuable keenness and foolishly ignoring your dignity and your purpose.

I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element.  It is my personal approach that creates the climate.  It is my daily mood that makes the weather.  I possess tremendous power to make life miserable or joyous.  I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration; I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal.  In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a crisis is escalated or de-escalated, and a person humanized or de-humanized.  If we treat people as they are, we make them worse.  If we treat people as they ought to be, we help them become what they are capable of becoming.

To realize that you do not understand is a virtue; Not to realize that you do not understand is a defect.