I do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon from my heart, like flowers in a garden.

A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.

There is an ambush everywhere from the army of accidents; therefore the rider of life runs with loosened reins.

The heart is a thousand stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love.

Remember for just one minute of the day, it would be best to try looking upon yourself more as God does, for She knows your true royal nature.

The beauty of You delights me. The sight of You amazes me. For the Pearl does this... and the Ocean does that.

Be kind to your sleeping heart. Take it out into the vast fields of light...And let it breathe.