Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his hear.

At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.

My friend, the sufi is the friend of the present moment. To say tomorrow is not our way.

There cannot be self-restraint in the absence of desire: when there is no adversary, what avails thy courage? Hark, do not castrate thyself, do not become a monk: chastity depends on the existence of lust.

Be a helpful friend, and you will become a green tree with always new fruit, always deeper journeys into love.

I, you, he, she, we In the garden of mystic lovers, these are not true distinctions.

My boat strikes something deep. At first sounds of silence, waves. Nothing has happened; Or perhaps everything has happened. and I am sitting in my new life.