The Heart that is not in love will fail the test.
What comes, will go. What is found, will be lost again. But what you are is beyond coming and going and beyond description.
Love is the sea where intellect drowns.
If you wish to shine like day, burn up the night of self-existence. Dissolve in the Being who is everything.
In Winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep Work covertly, preparing for their Spring.
We may know who we are or we may not. We may be Muslims, Jews or Christians but until our hearts become the mould for every heart we will see only our differences.