“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First, to let go of life. In the end, to take a step without feet; to regard this world as invisible, and to disregard what appears to be the self.”
“Last night, I had a dream I was floating down a black river. I was naked and covered in ash. A serpent laid upon my breast, its body coiled around my neck — from it’s mouth flew a white moth. With a swiftness, I caught it in my hands and my palms caught fire.” ~Segovia Amil
“When I run after what I think I want, my days are a furnace of distress and anxiety; if I sit in my own place of patience, what I need flows to me, and without pain. From this I understand that what I want also wants me, is looking for me and attracting me… There is a great secret here for anyone who can grasp it.” ~Rumi
“All of me is damned.
From earliest beginnings,
my fate has been solitude —
elegant solitude, elegant loneliness.
I let it walk into me like into a cathedral,
down it’s aisle — wedding bells sound
in the secret place of my heart.”
“My weathered heart, fluent in death. My power lies in my ability to undo, wipe away, remove. Like death, I disjoin, I withdraw — and I do this with divine intention. I let go only of that which does not serve me: that is my strength, not my cowardice.” ~Segovia Amil