Love is the reality, and poetry is the drum.

Ignorance is God's prison. Knowing is God's palace

What? Are you still pretending you are separate from the Beloved?

Give yourself completely to the one you call God. If you are not doing it you are wasting your time here.

If you wish to be a mine of jewels, open the deep ocean within your heart.

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. Heart, I said, what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers, to see beyond seeing itself, to reach and feel within the breast.

Ways of worshipping are not to be ranked as better or worse than one another . . . It's all praise, and it's all right.