Love is the reality, and poetry is the drum.

Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames

If you want to ascend like the Prophet to the sky of immortality, know this very well: Fasting is your Arabian stallion.

My soul is my guide, for my soul is of that abode. I will not speak of the earthly. I am of the unknown

Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.

Fasting blinds the body in order to open the eyes of your soul.

Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins?