When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and Ah! Let the soul emerge.

Two there are who are never satisfied -- the lover of the world and the lover of knowledge.

There is my body, in it an ocean formed of his glory, all the creation, all the universes, all the galaxies, are lost in it.

The Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, said: "My Companions are as stars. Whomsoever of them you follow, you will be rightly guided." When a man looks at a star, and finds his way by it, the star does not speak any word to that man. Yet, by merely looking at the star, the man knows the road from roadlessness and reaches his goal.

To praise is to praise how one surrenders to the emptiness.

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

There are no edges to my loving now.